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Every 4 Years a Birthday

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Kaleidoscopic365

Published: Mar 1, 2012

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"I shall amuse you along the way," he boomed

"by reciting all of the things I know..."

(one big breath)

Initsmosttechnicalofterms,ayeariscomprisedofthreehundredandsixtyfivedays-AND SIX HOURS.Thatbeingsaid,Sincemathtellsusthatsixhourstimesfouristwentyfourhours,politesocietyignoresthosepoor SIX HOURS untilfouryearshaspassed,thuscorralingallthosehourstogetherintoonenicelittleday.Whatcouldyoudowithanextra SIX HOURS?

So There.

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Common knowledge of us librarians.

I literally said Happy Birfday to everyone i saw today. Yanno,cuz i felt so bad for all those Gioacchino Rossini-Chris Conley's of the world that only get a Bday once every four years

And when they do get a birthday,theyve turned not 1 year but four years older!!

So they prolly cant hear it enough

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A-Through-L,Wyverary

Wut? Youve not read The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making
Well...[[link]

BE OFF WITH YOU!!
DU IT NAOW

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iNeurotic

Mar 1, 2012

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