.... that I would encounter a policyholder with the exact same birthdate as mine? Except his year is 1985. Mine is 1972. Good grief. 1985. '85!
So damned young. Argh!
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1972? Good grief. 1972. '72!
So damned young. Argh!
DOH!
You're a terrible man, Rich ;P
I know for a fact that you're in the late 60s so that doesn't make me very much older than I am! lol.
72? Sheesh, you're a kitten.
Ach Og,
You can't be much older yourself? I always placed you in your mid 40s.
So how far off the mark am I? lol
Way off. I'm creeping up on 50, and it's not the years, it's the miles. And I have plenty of those. And they're hard miles, almost every one.
lol.
Og, there's not much difference between mid 40s and late 40s!
But it's true though.... some people skip through life and it leaves not a mark. And some others...
Yes, I know what you mean.
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