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pull up a chair, throw a little existential brit pop on the stereo and grab a box o' tissues…because sisterhoneychildfriend....my bidness be draMATical.

Friday, February 08, 2008

My boss just said that N, "ran into the office like her pubic hairs were ablaze."

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