The remaining 20% will be applied to my ego maintenance.
So I can move in to your spare bedroom after all? This is great news! (You’re also going to get yourself certified as a Tilde Maintenance Technician as stipulated in my unilaterally binding contract, right?)
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There are no such recovery groups! If there were, they’d have zero attendees! Women LOVE Randy D, women love Randy Candy! They absolutely adore me! Women don’t want to get over me, they want more of me!
(Wait, there really are no such groups, right? Grrrrrrrrr.)
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See? I told her it’s not recovery.
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It’s ok, you know I’ll give both of you another chance. You’re two of my favorites.
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Hold on, if that’s code for you wanting me all to yourself and pushing Jane out of the deal, so which one of us should break it to her? If you tell her, it might work out a lot better. If I tell her, it just spurns her jealousy.
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Wait, when you stop and think about it, you and I have never even seen each other, so who’s talking about invisibility? Neither of us even knows if the other really exists!
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Maybe you’re confusing them with chapters of my fan club.
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Randy D doesn’t even exist, so . . .
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