“I know my views are sexiest,” grumble as he takes a pill to lower his cholesterol, released in 2007. “But I’m old fashioned.”
“I appreciate my views on race aren’t modern,” wheeze as she looks at pictures of her grandson on Facebook, “but I can’t learn new things.”
“Gender just isn’t the same as it used to be when I was growing up,” he yallops as he angrily smashes buttons his remote, activating Netflix. “There were boys and girls, that was it, and it was enough.”
