What’s with 50?
WordPress, you got me. Fifty means nothing to me. It’s not a year I remember (in 1950, I was three) and 2050 is probably not a year I’ll live to see. It’s not an address at which I’ve resided, nor an age during which anything special occurred.
Most numbers don’t have any particular significance to me unless they are part of someone’s birthday, anniversary, phone number, or address.
Fifty ways to leave your lover? I never needed more than one.