Life...at 3 years old. Tuxedos, flashing lights, beautiful women (my mom), limousines, pumpkin-pie haircuts. What if your entire life was a denouement? If the only thing you had to live for was another day slightly less remarkable than the last? Welcome to "This Old Life." I'm your host, Garred Lentz.
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You are on a massive decline. I only know you from 16 on, but man you are way suckier now! I can only imagine how fetching fanastic you were at 3. I bet you pulled major tail. Well, at least it is easier walking down a peak then up.
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