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| ...so there we were, me on my knees in my in-laws' driveway, when out of the corner of my eye, I see the neighbor across the street watching the two of us! | |
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| Damn! So what happened next? | |
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| Nothing, really. At least, nothing that tasted particularly appetizing. I just like telling that story where it's kind of sacriligious for me to do so. | |
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| So with wild escapades like that, how come he is divorcing you? | |
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| Pfft. I guess it was a turn-off. He hardly even remembers it. | |
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| He forgot?? Holy shit! Not only would I not forget, I would commission a giant bronze statue commemorating the occasion! | |
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