Back in my day, we had to use punch cards! No ram for us...
Back in my day, there weren't any bloody monarchs. There was only the chief. It wasn't much different than a monarch, just on a smaller scale. Bah! (added in for a more elderly feel. You're welcome.)
Stone tools? We had to use uncut, unshaped, untooled rocks!
And the conversation starts over.
Back in my day, conversation was kicking someone...this non-viiolence...In my day, we didn't have conversation. We had to leave physical messages. None of this "wireless" craziness.
Back in my day, conversation was kicking someone...this non-viiolence...
Oh, my. In my day, Conversation involved using a telegram, meaning that you had to learn Morse Code.