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That house has a nice ass.

On a walk around my neighborhood this morning I noticed that I was checking out the houses like they were hot women. I was crossing the street to check out their backyards, craning my neck to see through the front door, and generally scoping out them out.

I turned thirty a few weeks ago, but that's not what makes me old. My behavior this morning makes me old. No, looking at houses doesn't make you old, you say. That's not what I'm talking about. I've been hawking houses for years.

I decided to take a solo stroll through my neighborhood for the exercise and joy of it. This is what makes me old. I saw no one except yard sale managers, church ladies, and small children.

When I do this before 8am, call me "elderly."