Yesterday somebody at work called me an "old soul" for remembering Kriss Kross. I don't know if that says more about me or about my workmates.
I remember Kriss Kross. They wore their clothes backwards, I think?
That was pretty much the gist of my contribution to the original conversation. Apparently we're old souls.
You’re an old soul, for sure, but you’re also the Mac Daddy.
There's still like ten good years of jumping left in these knees.
Bank those stem cells and I’ll stretch that to 20!