Look, I don't care if you've had
your Bar Mitzvah or Sweet 16, registered for the draft or voted for the first
time, graduated high school or college. The coming of age when you officially
become an adult should be when you manage to install one complete piece of IKEA
furniture without turning the weird Swedish names into cuss words, stared down
dubiously at a single screw left over wondering 'oh heavens, I hope this wasn't
too important', or could have passed your completed piece to an art critic as
an authentic Picasso sculpture.
DON'T GIVE ME ILLUSTRATIONS!!
WORDS!! WORDS, DAMN YOU!!', then you have for all intents and purposes, come to
the age requirement for becoming President.
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