I love old people. I mean, really, like it's a fetish of mine. The entitled attitude, the bad clothes, white hair, quavering voices . . . Ah, I love old.
I'm sorry, I don't mean to go on. I just feel safe here. I mean, you told us about the rice pudding, I thought it would be okay.
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"When we leave, we're gonna complain."
I love old people. I mean, really, like it's a fetish of mine. The entitled attitude, the bad clothes, white hair, quavering voices . . . Ah, I love old.
I'm sorry, I don't mean to go on. I just feel safe here. I mean, you told us about the rice pudding, I thought it would be okay.
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