Here is the sketch: Here is my take on it:
I was driving through town on my way home from work the other night, thinking about how long I've lived in my town. Realizing I'm actually 45 years old. 45.45. Forty Five! I don't feel 45, is this a cruel joke? I feel young on the inside and look old on the outside. Grrr. I'm officially middle aged. I refuse to go down easy! So if you see this old lady bustin' a move in the yard or singing at the top of her lungs, remember " I don't feel 45!".