Well, this past Friday I had 5 women of various ages (26-52) debating my hair for me. My good friend whom I have worked out with previously (and whom I had always thought was at least 10 years younger than I) admitted to me that she was 52! She said she'd go to her grave vain and dyed. I must admit, she looks great, but I think she also has nice southern Mediterranean genes in her pool.
As Scar admitted in The Lion King: "alas, I wallow at the shallow end of the gene pool". I think my gene pool was drained before I was conceived. Alas.
I write this at work and wish I could voice command a different screen to be active; my manager always walks over when I'm doing this important work. :)
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