The other day, the very young receptionist at our office mentioned they were going bowling. "Take the skinheads bowling," I replied.
This response was greeted with a big fat nothing from the receptionist.
You don't know what I'm talking about, do you? I said. Oh, I feel so old. I'm like the guy in that song, "Hey Nineteen."
Again, nothing.
Right.
You don't know "Hey Nineteen." [Oh, the irony.]
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