Last night I went out looking for a good time in Omaha for that special time of year. I had worked for about 8.5 hours at my new job at Ann Taylor Loft and was ready to cut loose
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I have a theory. It goes like this: There are martians living underneath the new mall. Also, beware. I think their neighborhood secretes a gooey, slippery substance designed to make small girls with large shoes trip and fall while walking.