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| Caedus_16 wrote: |
I met a nice girl today, gorgeous. She was hanging out at my work while her family looked at cars. So her and I had a lovely conversation, she was intelligent and funny but I kept getting a slight immature vibe from her. Then she asked what grade I was in. About 30 seconds later I discovered she was 14.
Holy crap, I just plain refuse to have a daughter. I needed a shower as soon as I got home to wash that whole experience off of me. |
Been there. I was 17 at the time, but still. She was in grade 8, I in grade 11.
When I tell the story, I paraphrase Homer Simpson: "For me, the 90s ended that day. In 2003." (the 90s represent my childhood, and that was when it was over). _________________ It was the year of fire… the year of destruction… the year we took back what was ours.
It was the year of rebirth… the year of great sadness… the year of pain… and the year of joy.
It was a new age. It was the end of history. It was the year everything changed.
The year is 2261.
The place: Babylon 5.
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