Sometimes I wonder how I lived this long...
With me and my friends from childhood, and the teen years, it's more of,
"How did we live this long AND manage to arrive at this time with all of our fingers and both eyes?" Followed by..., "When did we become respectable, and how did that happen, cause the folks that chose us for such a position sure didn't know us as kids :shocked2: ?"
Then there's always,
"Scars are like tattoos but with better stories!" Which does apply to all of my friends and myself.
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