There are a bunch of teenagers outside. I like teenagers. I work with them. They are awesome.
THESE teenagers, however, are being jerks and if they don’t stop soon they’d better hope their parents have some funeral insurance for them because I have cramps and I’m not afraid to use them. They are outside yelling swears in the street (the teenagers, not the cramps). I don’t need to hear swears from the likes of them. I can say my own swears if I need to hear them.
Oh, I am so aged.