No, that’s not real. That couldn’t possibly be real.
This doesn’t exist.
Brudah: MM BIRTHDAY! 2 TIMES THE 10. 4 TIMES THE 5. so olddd!!!!
Me: As ancient as the rocks themselves!
Brudah: It’s true! I’m a spring chicken, in the fields of youth.
Me: Listen young lad to the tales of old, take them to heart. Perhaps some day the grays of wisdom shall sprout also upon thy head.
Brudah: Certainly not.
Me: That is the type of attitude you youths maintain. But one day father time shall grab your young ankles.
Brudah: At least they’re still ankles, not Kankles.