Which one? Any one of them in particular? (With me, you have to be a bit more specific in asking this.)
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She: “I happen to like guacamole, Randy, and to tell you the truth, I’m not too sure about staying in this relationship with some weirdo that can’t even eat an avocado!”
Randy D: “It’s weirdo ‘who’ can’t even eat an avocado, not ‘that’ can’t. Take your jar of Vegemite with you too, and on your way out, don’t let the screen door hit you where the good Lord split you. Bye!”
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Ok, but exactly how much time do you have?
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As you wish, my dear, but you seem a little tired already, so I think it’s best if you stay the night. We can settle in under the covers while I start with the first story. Her name was Barbara, we were in high school and we were both both 17 years old . . .
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Move in a little closer, please. I can’t tell these stories long distance.
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Wow! Well, my baby-making days are over. I’m only available for pleasure, not procreation. That shouldn’t hold you back, though . . .
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