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Lexi snorted in amusement, "Goddess, just how crusty do you have to be in order to be a Senior Elder? Elders are already ancient enough aren't they?" "Oh, not too crusty, my dear," A cheerful voice came suddenly from the doorway as Bartholomew entered. "Although I will admit, I did think that by the time I had reached this age, I almost certainly thought that I might rustle a little." He chuckled.

Charlie asked in surprise, “What is wrong with Senior University? Isn’t that just a university for the elderly and the senior citizens?” Jacob had a gloomy expression on his face as he said, “Don’t you know that there are a lot of old men who have no wives at Senior University? They are just a bunch of nasty old men who are not there to learn or enrich themselves! They are simply there to look for a wife and companion!” After he was done speaking, Jacob said nervously, “Your Aunt Hall is so beautiful. Wouldn’t all the old men be interested and constantly thinking about her?” Charlie laughed before he said, “Then, can you stop people from thinking about her?”

They all shouted out when they heard that. “You can’t be serious,” one of the elders said as I smiled. “I am very serious. I am very very serious, actually. Now speak, or hold your peace.” They exchanged glances as one of them stepped forward … a woman who had not done anything since she assumed office as the elder. I had no idea why my father even kept her as an elder because she was annoying. Hearing her high-pitched voice talk about laws and things which I clearly knew she didn’t even obey… it was pissing me off.

"Cherry, you really are a dirty grandma, aren't you? I've heard of Bad Santa, bad teacher, and even bad and dirty grandpa and I know three dirty moms but you are the first dirty old lady I've ever met." "Honey, do you think just because you get older, your sex drive dies? For some it does but most of us still have one. We just can't find a man willing to fuck us the way we need it. Those old men and their blue pills aren't as good as they used to be, no matter what that pill says. And younger virile men won't look our way."

I roll my eyes, “Yes, stick in the mud. We went and we are waiting for final results. Results should be ready by tomorrow.” “Stick in the mud?” Isaiah said with his lips twitching. Sin then speaks up, “For such a handsome face, you really act like an old man. No fun at all.” “Old man?” Isaiah said, clearly getting offended. Good. “All three of us are the same age.” He counters. “Yeah, and you will be using a walking cane before Sin and I even get arthritis.” I said laughing. “You really have no sense of fun. Isn’t there anything you do that is actual fun?”

an elder said standing up . "I don't really care about all the good things , that you are going to give me ,but I think am no longer interested in this "Another said standing up . "You guys are just bunch of fools, can't believe this are the fools that I have been keeping with me " she said angrily.

"Everyone, relax! Once my granddaughter posted that video, she got scared! We're definitely getting answers today! If she doesn't agree to our demands, we'll keep making noise!" "Yeah! Make her give back the subsidies!" "We have to have seafood! I haven't had shrimp in so long!" The whispers and muffled laughter mixed together, as though it were a victory celebration waiting to begin. Maisy Fletcher had also come. She wore a stylish dress and perfect makeup, standing out clearly among the group of elderly people in their plain clothes. She held her phone, live-streaming and smiling charmingly for the camera. "Folks, I'm here at the scene right now. You guys see this? All these seniors are he

They couldn't help but ask: "What’s with all this protégé talk?" The elder mystics in the group started commenting. "I’m over eighty years old; it’s not suitable for me to be a fan calling someone my bias; so, I’ll just be a senior supporter." Others followed suit. "I’m seventy-eight this year; I can only be a senior supporter too." "I’m almost ninety, so calling her my bias would be inappropriate. I’ll be a senior supporter." "I’m ninety-six this year, officially a senior supporter." "Even though I’m only sixty-eight, I’ll be a senior supporter."

Answer it honestly and honestly, and I will tell you who does it: they are fools and worthless individuals. I throw this truth in the faces of all the elderly, Honorable Elders, Honorable White Feelings! I even throw This truth in the face of the whole world! And I have the right to that, because I will live to sixty, to seventy, to eighty... Huh! Wait, let me catch my breath. You think that I want to amuse you, gentlemen, but you are wrong about this too, for I am not that cheerful person who you can imagine, Or you might imagine it, though this nonsense bothers you (and I feel it does). You ask me who

she said, full of smiles and I smiled softly. “Thanks. Can we talk somewhere private?" I said and that seemed to anger one of the seniors in particular, Senior Femi. The fact that I just walked in their midst and wanted to take the girl they were talking to... “Don't you have eyes, Chris or whatever they call you? Can't you see we are having a discussion with her?" Femi said. I didn't really like seniors because they try to use every opportunity as an advantage to rob it in your face that they are superior to you, but I am not taking that shit when Sandra is involved.