I'm going to tell you all about someone very...ah...special tonight, before the rage wears off. I work with this irritating little weasel named Manny. That's right, Manny. You know, if I had some Latin blood in me, I think I would rather be called something suave like Manuel instead the infuriating Maaaaaaaaaanny. Anyway, he's my age, but puberty
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