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| Oh, I hate those burps where the all-you-can-eat Indian curry buffet from lunch comes marching back up your esophogus. | |
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| Um, excuse me... I don't normally approach guys, but I saw you and... well, I find you very attractive. Would you like to go out sometime? | |
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| Crap! What should I do? I can't talk to her because of my curry/bile breath, but I can't just stand here and say nothing... | |
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| You're not saying anything... this is some sort of wierd rejection, isn't it? I'm so embarassed! Bye! | |
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Later, at the World of Intestinally Questionable All-U-Can-Eet Curry Buffet Extravaganza Restaraunt
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| Aperna! I just got a subpeona from some guy claming it's our fault he's still a virgin. | |
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| Are you sure that wasn't supposed to go to McDonald's? | |
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