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| So, how did that big "Anti-Valentine's" singles event last night turn out? | |
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| First my friend gave me bad directions and I think I almost got mugged in Chinatown. Then, at the bar, I was only scoped out by one morbidly obese girl... and 2 guys. | |
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| That sounds like a waste of 30 bucks. Did you at least talk to anyone who was there? Surely you must have found the courage to approach at least one woman. | |
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| Well, I did talk to this lawyer, but we mostly ended up arguing about federal tax policy, while my friend Jon drove off her angry looking friend. | |
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| How many times must I tell you not to argue tax policy with strangers? | |
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| Hey, I was right and she was wrong! What else was I going to do, go talk to the overdressed, bitchy, snobby 23 year olds about aboriginal border crossing rights? | |
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