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| Hey Lizzie! Matthew called about your date tonight while you were in the shower! | |
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| Oh good, I've been planning this for months and I don't want anything to go wrong! | |
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| Actually he called to cancel... | |
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| Oh jesus, whats his excuse this time? His eleventh grandmother died? His apartment was on fire? His fruity ponytail got stuck in the blender again? | |
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| So, exactly when did my TV burst into flames? | |
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| I think it was after Satan started singing "I'm Too Sexy". | |
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