“I am a very foolish fond old man,
Fourscore and upward,
not an hour more or less;
And, to deal plainly,
I fear I am not in my perfect mind.”
–King Lear, Act 4, Scene vii
I am 8,637 years old. It’s great being immortal :D.
Oh, you mean for real? I’m actually 83,000,000,003 years old.
46 till January
nary a gray hair, but more wrinkles and stretchmarks than I care to admit…
and sufficiently immature to feel perfectly comfortable here.
17 til the 5th of January
18
only 26 in hex, 38 for those with only 10 fingers. And still wearing the same size jeans as when I was 22!
45 till next Xmas. I look about 35 at most. Nobody believes me when I tell them.
34
18
In the spirit of Election Day, I provide you with factual numbers that you can use to influence the statistics. You could say I’m 26, or 38, or 46 and be right all three times. 
My last birthday was the 5th anniversary of my 25th year.
17 till the 28th of Jan.
13 days shy of 40.
Mrs. D is threatening to trade me in for two 20 year olds.
44
I, too, am halfway through brachyrhynchos’ life, and I don’t like it much.
41 til the 26th.
I just turned 30 a couple of months ago.
252 in human years.
Forty
I’m 36 until December 26. Then I’ll be 22. My Mom says I’ll be 22…so I’ll be 22…Okay? Problem with that? You havin’ a crisis?
- Be 30 on Christmas.