I was just fact-checking something, and found out that John Roberts’s birthday is 1/27/55.
I’m older than the Chief Justice.
:eek: 
:mad:
He’s older than I.
Which means, what, they should fire him and hire me?
This less than witty reply supplied by Carnivorousplant.
You’re still cuter.
Hey me too! I mean me, you’re older than me too. Not that I’m older than him.
This isn’t helping is it?
Um…what astro said then. Yeah, me too.
You sweet-talker you. Remind me again – why did I divorce you?
Sheesh! And you’re the one the hot babe has been carrying a torch for the last umpty-ump years? You must have some amazing tricks up your sleeve. 
That’s not my sleeve dear. 
It’s twoo! It’s willy willy twoo! [/Lily von Shtupp]
Ha-ha! I’m younger than he is. 
OK. It’s by 59 days, but that still counts, dammit!
You folks know what “shtupp” is Yiddish for? ;j
Ah twin twickster, at least that hunka, hunka Denzel Washingtion is older than we are. By three whole days.
The Episcopal bishop of my diocese is younger than I. You know you are getting old when folks like that are younger than you are. At least he’s totally gray, so maybe he looks older.
I’m older than dirt.
Not really.
But it sure feels that way sometimes.
I’ve been seriously traumatized every time I’ve been presented with an authority figure who’s younger than me. Cops, teachers (although it seems now that **all ** the teachers are younger than me!), etc. Once an anesthesiologist remarked that I seemed “awfully young” for the surgery I was about to have, and I responded, “You should talk, Doogie. Can I get a real doctor in here?”
I’m still considerably younger than the Chief Justice, though.
You say that like you would switch places if you could. Think of the rest of his life as nothing but the SDMB. But…he can never leave Great Debates. AND…he was very little selection in which threads that he gets to go to. AND…there are always the same 7 or 8 same posters in the thread and no one else and a few of them are annoying as hell. In addition, he has to be a moderator as well and always keep his cool. He can’t get out of it EVER.
Think about it now.
Well, he could always stop paying his $14.95.
I know what it means, and frankly, with all these people talking about how old they are, it’s giving me images that will scar me for life. I said it in the MMP last week, and I’ll say it again: Y’all are OLD.
Yeah, well, when you get to my age and you go to a homecoming game at your old high school, you gaze at the nubile young cheerleaders and wonder what their grandmothers look like without clothes.
Chief Justice, heck. I’m older than duba-ya. You know that guy in the White House. And Bill Clinton. Older than dirt indeed.
Heh. As I just said to my beloved twin sister, Baker – being the same age, more or less, as the president strikes me as cool – being less than a month older than the Chief Justice freaks me totally out.
Shagnasty – good analogy – esp. helpful since the only time I go to GD is when I’m careless in my pointing and clicking on my way to GQ. (Hm, wonder if Johnny-Boy organizes an Amazing Race pool at his office…)
I think I stopped officially leering at cheerleaders at high school right about the time I realized they were the same age as my daughter. But I hope I’m never old enough to wonder about naked grannies.
Not that the proper granny-type person couldn’t look good, I just don’t see myself ever imagining it out of the blue.