This has probably been passed around the internet a dozen times by now, but it's new to me. Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, I now know what I'll look like when I'm old:

Ah, the halcyon days of my dottage. Yelling from the front porch for those damn kids to get off my lawn. Wandering around the streets, mumbling to myself. Telling my grandchildren about the days when I had to walk to school, before my legs were replaced with hover-pods. Mixing up my medications and loosing whole weeks. Complaining about that "rap" music.

Oh, I can't wait.

Speaking of rap music...