N1C6R

My N1C6R is so old, they probably invented the wheel and then forgot about it.

I texted my N1C6R and they replied with a 300-word essay about the history of potatoes.

My N1C6R is so far back, I think they're the reason my mom has bad breath.

My N1C6R is so far back, I think they’re the ghost in my grandma’s closet.

I asked my N1C6R for advice and they said, 'Just don’t eat too much cake.'

My N1C6R is so old, they probably watched the first fire get started.

I told my N1C6R about my problems, and they just said, 'I had worse days when I was a cave man.'

My N1C6R is so far back, I think they’re the reason the sun comes up every morning.

My N1C6R is like a ghost. They’re there, but they don’t really count.

My N1C6R is so old, they probably remember when the world was flat and people still believed in dragons.

I asked my N1C6R for help with math, and they said, 'I don’t even know what numbers are.'

My N1C6R is so far back, I think they invented the concept of being late.

My N1C6R is so old, they probably fought dinosaurs and lost.

I asked my N1C6R for advice on life, and they said, 'Don’t trust anyone who eats too much bread.'

My N1C6R is so far back, they’re the reason your family is weird.

My N1C6R is so far back, I think they’re the reason your family has so many aunts and uncles.

I asked my N1C6R what they did for fun, and they said, 'I sat in the dark and waited for the sun to come up.'

My N1C6R is so old, they probably remember when your grandpa was a baby.