The Millennials

There are an untold number of kids now wandering the streets, looking for the person who is responsible for giving them their morning trophy.  How many of them  had real trouble finding their way out of Mom’s basement. And for those that manage to get out, seek the first available ‘safe space’ to huddle with other hothouse blossoms also awaiting their AM trophy from Obama. For those fortunate enough to secure a trophy by any means, was it inscribed with “You want fries wit that?”

Obama has left the building; right behind Elvis. He’s not coming back. Plus he took all the trophys with him.

You are SOL!

a_amisterregrets

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