I turned 27 yesterday. I woke up like any other day, showered, brushed my teeth, and then started digging through the dirty clothes trying to find a t-shirt to wear. Suddenly, the Lady Friend sprang up from bed -
"YOU ARE TOO OLD TO BE WEARING DIRTY T-SHIRTS! GET A CLEAN ONE!"
Ah yes, at 16 you can drive, at 18 you vote and 21 you can drink at bars.
And then, at 27, you have to stop wearing dirty t-shirts.
Growing up is a bitch.