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| And then! And then, if Godiva wasn't enough, you would sneak out at night, behind my back, and make love to Wendy! | |
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| Now, dear, you can hardly deny that you spent all hours of the day, consorting with that Ronald McDonald fellow, with his tacky golden arches. I thought money wasn't important to you. | |
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| And that Arby person! What did you ever see in her beef-and-cheese burgers and tawdry curled fries? Was the straight and narrow not enough for you? | |
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| No, I couldn't help falling into the pit of despair, when you, my love, associated with your latin lover, Orange Julius. Oh, I couldn't watch you squeezing his warm juicy wieners between your lips! | |
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| Oh, Lenny, but could you manage my distres when I saw you hanging out at Denny's, and Harvey's, so often, with those boys? Excluding me once more from your precious loving presence. | |
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| I only hoped to catch a glimpse of you with the mysterious Burger King -- how those taunting phone messages he left tore my heart to shreds! | |
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