I was telling some girl some stuff about cartoons the other day. She said, "Ask me any question about late 80's or early 90's cartoons; I can answer it." So, I did. Who's dog was who and the like. She was pretty good at it. Then she's like, "Oh, what year were you born?" My answer, 1986. Then a series of huffs, and guffaws. "My, gosh." She might has well have said, "An infant, comparatively, I was born in 1984."
It's like hey, I'm at most 2 years younger. That doesn't amount to much. Who cares. But then again if you care, I care, since that's such a dumb reason to push someone aside.
We could have been cartoon lovers.
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