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| Okay, Satan. On three, let's both say our guiltiest guily pleasures out loud. | |
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| Urinating along public roadways as cars whoosh by, hoping secretly that an SUV filled with frat boys will stop and ask me to get in. | |
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| Watching re-runs of "Dawson's Creek." | |
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| I mean, eating ice cream straight from the carton. | |
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| You've got problems, Stan. | |
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