You won’t have to walk anywhere, ever:
You’ll be rocking that sweet Medicare, so you’ll be fit as a fiddle:
You’ll have plenty of time to relive your childhood:
Or pursue new hobbies, like this:
Or this:
You’ll be able to complain about this sign:
You can blame your brain farts on being old:
You can wear whatever you want and people will still think you’re “adorable”:
Work won’t get in the way of playing with your friends all day:
Any picture you take will instantly be 300% more awesome:
You’ll have earned your street cred:
You’ll finally have time to start your career as a superhero:
Or at the very least, become a neighborhood security guard:
You’ll get to be the kid and your kids will have to be the adults:
You’ll finally reach the fourth stage of life:
You’ll be short on time, so you can cut corners:
You can put that new hip to good use:
You’ll be able to sit wherever you damn well please:
Your birthday cake will keep you warm at night:
No one suspects the little old lady:
So you’ll be free to tear shit up without the repercussions of getting caught: