This weekend I spent some quality time with my family, which I haven't done in a while. The following conversations actually happened.
Me: "Guess what Mom? I have a date next week. Isn't that nice?"
Mom: "Oh, that's nice. Just don't expect anything from him."
Way to keep it real, mama.
Cousin's Grandmother: "How old is she now?"
Mom: "27."
Cousin's Grandmother: "Oh, she's ripe."
So at what age do I start to rot and mold?
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