Time Flies Like an Arrow. Fruit Flies Like a Banana.

I always thought finding out how old your friends’ children are now was the quickest way to be slapped with the reality that your best days are gone. I was wrong. Yesterday an attractive 28-year-old bartender asked me how long I’ve been doing morning radio in Erie. “10 years longer than you’ve been alive” isn’t easy to say but Mom always said to be optimistic, so I still think I’m just two really, really drunk girls with grandpa issues away from my first threesome.


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