I’m so old I can remember when people wore the clothing of the opposite sex and said that made them so…were hustled into a mental hospital.
I’m so old I can remember when people that held up their kids and cried “My little child is starving” , while wearing $500 shoes and $200 jeans… would go to jail, after every single male and female parent finished kicking their ass up and down the street.
I’m so old I can remember when Memorial Day was also called Decoration Day and honored those who died in service to the nation… and not as the official start of the summer holidays.
I’m so old that I when I see a #… I call it a pound sign.
I’m so old that I know how to dial you on a rotary phone… and I can now on the cellar extension.
I’m so old that I remember when we trusted the President… not a joke.
I’m so old that I remember when we thought sex was dirty and politics were clean.