"What the actual flying fuck is going on here?"

CancidRunt was visiting his old aged grandparents but was presented with a line of stretch limos parked down the approach of the gated retirement community.

"Get the fuck out of my way Runt!" 

A swathe of fresh faced, spotty young adults, were waltzing to the sound of Bach on the grass, others were casting some boules whilst more were making a right rucking facket clacking counters loudly whilst playing chequers.

"Towardly Cwats!" He shouts out of the window gesticulating. "What the fuck is wrong with everyone, has the whole cucking fountry retired?"