On Saturday afternoon, I was tootling down Beacon Street in Inman Square in the friendly sunshine and passed by an improv performance space with a smattering of postcard adverts for the studio's upcoming shows.
One of the postcards sported a picture that I recognized from my Friends List, featuring
a girl whose journal I read, who also lives in
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hahahaha, brilliant!!
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(That last sentence, by the way, was voted the #4 Worst Thing You Could Hear After Sex in an independent poll of people with nicknames based on spatulas.)
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...Well! My!
I might just need one now, thank you.
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TOO FUNNY!
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