Hold me, F-list!

It's recruiting time again, which means doing reservations for kids coming in from law schools all over the country to interview for jobs at Wolfram and Hart. Thanks to TSA, I have to get their dates of birth, which is always a traumatic moment in the process. I just got one with a date of birth in 1989!!!!

Meaning said recruit was born after I graduated high school and moved to San Francisco. When they start having dates in 1990, it will mean they could have been born AFTER I GOT MARRIED!

SHOOT ME NOW!

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