Check the stats, kiddo. my count is well over 100.
Your tiny little peanuts aren’t moving the needle one bit.
Go ahead, name one thing that might actually impress me, I dare you.
Oh and don’t waste your breath thinking you can get under my skin or calm me down. You don’t give the orders here, tiny little guy. While you’re busy yapping, I’m out here living a life a million times better than yours. Face it. you don’t know jack.
50 That’s past its prime. 40? That’s the golden era, and I haven’t even stepped into it yet.
Meanwhile, you’re all talk, no bite. just a scrawny, muscleless kid trying to flex. Hate to break it to you, but even at your age, I was running circles around you.