Sounds like something strange is afoot, as per usual with you, sir.
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Since I reached adulthood at eight years-old I don't have to prove nothin to nobody.
shaving, buying beer, paying taxes, working overtime every week.
being a grown-up is whack.
Apparently, as an adult, I write my own music and can do impersonations for a living. :kakapo:
I finally got my first pair of shoes with laces! No more velcrow shoes for me! :bigsmile: Next I will learn to tie them!
I've realized that I'm gonna be a child forever - and I'm more than okay with that.
Remembering to eat and bathe and clothe myself each day is pretty good going
My husband cut a metal pole for me to hang my tomato plant from and fixed the air conditioning in my car.
Nothing. I may be 32, but I am no adult. You know what I want to be when I grow up? Dead of old age.
oh. I cut my hair. I look infinitely less like a hobo and more like a professional something or other.
Professional street urchin.
I'm an adult. I don't want you're autographs. Phonies!