When I was younger, I used to try to tell a joke, when people asked me how old I am. I’d answer, “I’m twenty-five”, while obviously being much older. They’d chuckle and I’d say, “No, really, I am twenty-five years old.” They’d scoff, and I’d say, “I’m also fifty-two years old.”
When I was younger, I used to try to tell a joke, when people asked me how old I am. I’d answer, “I’m twenty-five”, while obviously being much older. They’d chuckle and I’d say, “No, really, I am twenty-five years old.” They’d scoff, and I’d say, “I’m also fifty-two years old.”
It didn’t work, so I stopped saying it.
Ah, you need to make the joke horrible. What’s the best thing about fucking twenty seven year olds?