You know you're old, when you buy 4000-grit sanding paper and some LOPPERS

It smells like your Granny's talcum powder flouffer - you know, the one with the great big feather puff in a pink plastic pot.

So, my plan for the next job interview is to walk in, face my interviewer, tell him my salary requirement, and then knock him the fuck out.

How about I make you throw up for three hours after lunch then?