Lets see, I'm 23 and I enjoy:

- Smoking my wooden tobacco pipe.
- Yelling at kids to get off my lawn.
- Complaining about how youngsters have no damn respect these days.
- Cutting a switch and giving somebody a whoopin'.
- Catching the 3:15 auto-giro to the local shindig.
- Reminiscing about simpler days.
- Sacrificing out-of-towners to my God.
- Yelling at the odd cloud.
- Widdling; of course.
- Blaming mishaps on the Irish.
- And telling people that their beliefs are all wrong.