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that will go down in history of one of my all-time favorite stories.

right up there with the time at the sub shop when you asked the guy with the mr. big chocolate bar in his pocket if he was just glad to see you?

i don't think he got it.


"i don't think he got it."

And with that sense of humour, he obviously ain't getting any, either. ;)

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