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A guy, who I will lovingly refer to as “A to the X”, is in my training class for underwriting. Nice enough guy, but extremely annoying and apparently, not too bright. How'd he become A to the X? He spotted my gorgeous friend in the cafeteria one day. Knew her all of five seconds. He came over to me, wondering when I was going to hang out with her next. I told him I didn't know, and he said, “Next time you see her, tell her I said hi. A to the X. Alex.”

I thought he was kidding. He wasn't. Other day, he was swigging one of these. Our convo:

Him: This moe-chuh drink is really good.
Me: Moe-chuh?
Him: Yeah. Moe-chuh.
Me: It's mocha.
Him: But it's got a “ch”.

Right. So today, we're talking about clearing temporary internet files. (Don't ask.) Anyhow, the intelligent convo ensued:

Him: …you can always empty your cake files.
Me: ….

I didn't say anything, because I was confused by what the hell he was talking about. Suddenly, it hit me, and I nearly spewed out my soda. I shot Matt an e-mail, explaining what had just transpired. I also gave him two guesses of what he thinks A to the X meant by cake files. I immediately rang him up and told him to check his mail.

Me: Dude. Check your mail.
Him: *silence…* Huh. I have no idea what it could be.
Me: He means cache.
Him: *gut busting laughter* CACHE?! How the hell do you get cake from cache?!?! WOOOOOOOW.

I think we'd all love an answer to that question.

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