Uneaten ice cream cake. 11 new candles. Days have passed since the celebration.
You know you’ve passed the prime of your youth when this happens. When you can’t even eat your own fucking cake.
Make an excuse to get a bit drunk.
Make an excuse to say what you (really) think.
Find an excuse to make out with a GILF.
“Now, live it, the prime time of your life.” – French Androids