My young teenage nephews invited me to spend a day at the beach. "You old dudes need vitamin D," they joked by way of enticement. Rude little buggers!
Upon arrival they were soon drooling over two comely young bikini clad wenches of magnificent proportions. "Take a good look, boys," I said, "because in another 40 years girls like that will cost you $1,000 per hour."
Ah, the innocence of youth, for they know not the future of things
