Hee. Hee.
I got carded at dinner tonight!!
Silly waitress. She looked at my driver's license for a LONG time, too. Was she high? I mean, I know that I don't look my age, but I certainly don't look like I'm under 21, for Pete's sake! 31 maybe, but not 21...
A friend of mine whose name I ought not mention says that I should join the "Minus Ten Club" in which all participants lie about their age, subtracting ten years from the real number. Eh, sure, why the hell not?
Yay for 30!
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I got carded at Wal-Mart tonight for buying a rated R movie. (Blazing Saddles, go figure.)
OK, that's really funny. Don't ya hafta be, like, 17 to buy those?
My 30-something hairdresser told me that he got carded recently for buying a lotto ticket. He was convinced that the clerk was mentally challenged.
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