The other day at work I was checking out one of those old Del Mar women, the sort who've had loads of plastic surgery and speak in that vaudeville whore falsetto. As funny as they are they're also pretty tragic, so I usually don't have to like, stifle laughter or anything, as long as they don't have those psychotic faceless dogs I don't have to
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Then I thought about it.
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