Billy, you were never this young.
“I was, man: look at me. I’m a baby.”
No. You were born at age 39 with a mustache and a broken nose.
“My nostrils look like kidney beans.”
They do.
“You gonna do a bit of memorializing today or what? You should do that thing where you bullshit about bullshit.”
Helpful request, Bill.
…
“My eyebrows are on fleek.”
They are, yeah.
those ceiling tiles?…..looks like my dad’s handiwork
Young William is flaring his nostrils in olfactory anticipation of the First Annual Sock Hop Tour, back in the days when they were allowed within 1000 yards of any given high school.
Thank you so much to hipping me to “on fleek.” I completely shocked my daughter and her friend with my newfound knowledge.