When I’m 76 years old, I really hope that I’m on a beach somewhere (or on the front yard of a retirement community….I’m not picky) not giving a for real fuck like Giorgio Armani here.
Who cares if the white ballbushka he’s wearing looks like it came directly from Depends resort collection! Who cares if there’s a group of kids on the beach plotting to attack him for murdering Harry Potter’s parents! Who cares if his torso and chest area looks like a charbroiled trout trying to howl for help! Giorgio Armani certainly doesn’t care, and I hope my ass doesn’t either when I’m his age.