Dermatologists Hate Him
Everyone envies me for having such a youthful face. And sure, not having
wrinkles is nice, but looking like a child isn't so great when you've lived as
long as I have. People are so patronizing to you for looking like a twelve
year old. Oh, and don't even get me started on going to the bar. I get turned
away every single time. Bartenders immediately assume my I.D is fake. I
can't live the way I want to. Being a kid is fun and all, but I will never be
able to ask out that cute girl from the coffee shop because of my looks. So
next time you complain about your laugh lines, just put yourself in my
shoes.
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