Okay, okay, I retract everything I said about feeling old before. But now I do feel old, because I've had to hop it up in prohibition land drinking bathtub bourbon, crossing paths with molls and gangsters and trying to sneak out a Stargate from Germany before the wrong people got their hands on it. Suck it, Hitler. You ain't getting my Stargate, now or ever.
My grandpops was a great guy, learned stuff about my grandma no grandchild should ever learn. Miss my beard.
But I do fix everything. I fix it. Everything's back to rights. And even if I was forty-nine years old? I kicked serious ass. Ha.