A Thinking Hater

I hate this, this, this, this, this, and that.
Why? I ask him.
Because my dad hates this, this, this, this, this, and that.
How old are you? I ask the young man.
Forty-seven.
Wow.
Old enough to know better.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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July 18, 2022 at 10:54 AM
LOL this was fun. Ann
Krutsinger Avatar
July 18, 2022 at 11:07 AM
I had fun with it too
Hankins Avatar
July 17, 2022 at 1:58 PM
I could understand it in a nine-year-old, but forty-seven??? Oh dear!
Krutsinger Avatar
July 17, 2022 at 10:06 PM
I know some of these.
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