I was reading an article in the paper the other day about how “millennials” (you) would rather text than talk on the phone, and for some odd reason old bitches best be pisssed.
They think we don’t love them or some crazy shit like that. Well, they’re right. We don’t.
Okay, that was harsh. Maybe its not that we don’t love you, maybe it’s because it’s impossible to vomit and talk on the phone at the same time. Your voice seems to have that affect on me.
It’s not that we don’t love love you; it’s just that we don’t love the sound of you.
You sound like death. Death makes me (and most young people) vomit. (Well a lot of things make me vomit, but death is definitely on the list.)
Look it’s a win-win situation, with texting you get to read the lies of how we love you on your cell-phone, while the angel of death whispers sweet nothings into your good ear.
Or maybe, you selfish geriatrics bastards could just stop complaining, stop getting old and suck it up. Did you ever think about that? Oh, of course not, you just do what you people always do and blame us, the higher beings in the world, the people here to replace your wrinkly asses.
And out of all the people in the world you guys know what its like to work for your patriotic rights. And believe me Susan B. Anthony did not not walk to the back of the bus those 100 years ago just to have your death-like fingers just swipe away our texting- privileges.
Ah, the joy of racism against the old.
