You leave me no option but to use the wisdom of my age and correct your misnomer. Youthful exuberance is nothing and I mean NOTHING in comparisom to experience, knowledge and gravitas. Besides, I'm a drummer with large amounts of natural rythm and the chicks dig that you know?You discredited yourself when you said I had youthful exuberance, that goes quite a ways my good man
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I will impart to you, free of charge, this ancient Native American fable that should (if enough intelligence is detected) enable you to choose your own path and perhaps emulate 'The Way of The Ogg'...
Two buffalo, one senior in years, the other full of youthful exuberance (and little else) stand devouring the lush greenery upon yonder hillock. A field full of very attractive female buffalo lies just over the ridge. It is spring, the pheremones are flying and Junior buffalo frolicks like a little lamb. 'Lets RUN over to that there ridge and F*** a female buffalo (that one has shapely hindquarters), lets,lets, lets RUN RUN RUN..!'
'Now wait there young 'un' drawls the elder (and ruggedly handsome) beast...'lets WALK over to the ridge and F*** ALL the buffalo!'
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Less haste my friend, less exuberance
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ps: F*** = fornicate with
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