I'm so old I remember my father coming home from a hunting trip with a deer strapped to the front passenger fender of our old Chevy Deluxe. When cars had fenders - something like this:
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I'm so old tht my birth certificate is written in hieroglyphics, and the stork that delivered me still sends me Christmas cards asking for a raise. I predate dirt, used to be the guy who raked it! My first job was giving cavemen fashion tips, like, "Trust me, fur is in this season." And don’t even get me started on my social security number, it’s just the word “ancient” spelled out in Roman numerals.
