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That wasn’t a sheet, it was one of the curtains. Boy, were you ever wasted.
Wait, Morning Glory, I didn’t know that you knew about Vaishnavi!
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Hold on, what did she say to you about me? I might need to parse through it to make sure you get the true story . . .
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I’m sure I can save her from that horrible marriage trap, and I can also make a little room for her in The Harem, IF she meets all requirements. Have her file the usual application forms.
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Grrrrrr.
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Yet another one of your tricks? No thank you!
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First of all, my dear friends, you know I don’t drink alcohol, so any perceptions of me being drunk must stem from something you and Don slipped me. Secondly, I refuse to sit around here and be the butt of all your jokes and pranks. The margarine on the doorknob, the bucket of syrup propped over the door, the shaving cream in my shoe, the two-way mirror outside of the shower stall, the super glue in my jock strap, the fake dog poop on the kitchen floor, the sneezing powder in my pillowcase, I’m sick of all of it, I’m out of here. Hey, who put my car up on cinder blocks and removed all four tires? Grrrrrrrr.
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