“I’m getting old. I’m really getting old, ” Ellen complained. I didn’t know what had triggered this complaint. But I knew that she wanted me to say something nice.
I made an “mmh”-noise in response.
“Whenever I get up after a night out I’m standing in front of the mirror and say to my mirror image: ‘Hello! I don’t know you but I’m going to wash you nevertheless'”, continued Ellen.
“As long as Nicole doesn’t start mumbling something along the lines that you need to leave before her lady friend comes back everything is alright, isn’t it?”
I somehow got the impression that this wasn’t quite what Ellen was wanting to hear.
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