Before heading over to work, I stopped by a local eatery to grab a quick, light dinner. As I was dining, four young women entered the establishment, and I was able to catch the last line of the conversation they were engaged in on their walk from their car to the front door:
"What do you mean? I'm almost twenty-two in Rhode Island."
Well played, young miss... now what kind of idiot thinks women aren't funny?
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