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Originally Posted by il Padrino Ute
That would have made him like twenty and a half.
Which is really 30.
That would have made you 29 and 6 months.
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You are correct. I was 29 on my 20th birthday. It's the new math. All the rage.
We met because I was passing out cookies I had baked in a lame attempt to celebrate my birthday on a college mission trip. He sheepishly came back and asked if he another one, and then another one.
He's actually pretty bitter about this first impression because he erroneously inferred that I actually, you know, visit the kitchen on a regular basis and even perhaps know how to work the oven thingy.