The girls were talking about ages...
Ina -- you're 55 now, right?
Me -- give her the hairy eyeball
Ina -- OH, you're FORTY five, right?
Me -- Yeah, you're gonna wanna get that right.
Ina -- (trying to fix her faux pas) I wish you were sixty hundred and eighty five.
Lex -- That would be the level of DEAD...
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