That brings back memories of before I became a grumpy old man.
Those were the days. We used lumps of ice for soccer balls, and we liked it!
and the only records we had were spins in snow made by the the tread on hand me down boots.
quit being grumpy old men and kick that shit!
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That brings back memories of before I became a grumpy old man.
Those were the days. We used lumps of ice for soccer balls, and we liked it!
and the only records we had were spins in snow made by the the tread on hand me down boots.
quit being grumpy old men and kick that shit!