Mind you, this was when Andy Rooney was already 75 years old. That's the sort of age I'd just be happy to recognize myself in a mirror without first having a twenty minute conversation with someone I mistook as a friendly stranger.
Ahh, remember VHS? When you had to worry about blurry lines on your television? TRACKING TRACKING it might yell at you as voices garbled on screen, drowning in a pool of technology. You tell everyone, with a sly grin, "No worries, I got this" before slapping at random buttons and hoping no one notices the VCR's clock was flashing
12:00
12:00
12:00
12:00
all along.
Ahh, remember VHS? When you had to worry about blurry lines on your television? TRACKING TRACKING it might yell at you as voices garbled on screen, drowning in a pool of technology. You tell everyone, with a sly grin, "No worries, I got this" before slapping at random buttons and hoping no one notices the VCR's clock was flashing
12:00
12:00
12:00
12:00
all along.
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