I was devastated. Here I was, ready to see my accomplice, when I find out it is Sunday. Shit damn gargoyle. Mrs. Doubtfire would never let me go out on a Sunday. So I become creative. I draft ideas. Hitting over the head with a wang. Chasing her with a chainsaw. Putting her in the oven. These would work, but it might get sticky at one point or
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