Hey, it's late July, and that can only mean one thing in the mailbox at #43 Golden Place: weird-ass mail.
There's a reason I haven't found a job yet, and it isn't that I haven't been looking that hard. No, clearly I was meant to win this pageant at the oldest possible age. Fortunately, I've never been married or given birth, so I'm still eligible!
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Wait, there's a max age to be Miss America? And I am past it? I guess I need to find myself a man and go out for Mrs. America.
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