See, there's this girl in my college creative writing night class who looks mighty hot. I know this is true because I've received verification from many-a fellow student. So I decide to ask her for her number, you know, because I'm hip and cool like that.
She asks me how old I was.
I says, "How old you think I is?"
She says, "20s."
I says, "Yup."
She says, "How old do you think I am?"
I say, "I don't know. 21, 20 MAYBE."
I had discussed this with my classroom brethren prior to this Q&A.
She looks at me, fights her grin, and says, "I'm 16."
