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Staying Alive Until the Hip Goes
Double entendre on ‘hip’
I wish I was one of those glamorous old ladies/grandmas who drink whiskey and wear a lot of stuffy old Chanel perfume and a lot of jewelery and have fake teeth with lipstick on it and wear a lot of mascara. Like I just want to be a grandma because grandmas do nothing except sit there and drink? Or my grandkids could come over and I’d do their makeup and paint their nails aw that would be nice. Being old must be so much fun?
