HOT LESBIAN ACTION!!!

Someone's grandmother is in my house! In fact, my grandmother is. My grandpa just died, but withhold your sorriness; I didn't really know him and I feel little grief, nor am I repressing grief. Really. I didn't really like him. He never gave me anything cool.

So, my grandma's here to hang out with various people and my mom and stuff... and it just reminded me: I never want to get old. I hope someone strikes me down before I'm 85. That's long enough. I swear. In fact if I'm still alive at the time, I'll auction off my life so the highest bidder gets to snuff me out. The money would go to my children, or if not to my children, some sort of charity or something. Old people make me sad. They serve no useful purpose. Unless they bake or bestow wisdom on people, they're useless. They take up a lot of space and waste a lot of tax dollars on their executive decisions and running the United States. They also lower the average attractiveness value of humanity. They have wrinkles and they're hard to speak to because they have hearing problems, and you're afraid to say something that will offend them and then they'll keel over. See? Old people are a nuisance. And don't even get me started with crazy old people. They get on our trains and buses, and say stuff, and sometimes they stand near you. Sometimes they mutter stuff. I'm going.

Nicky

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