Listen to two blondes as they stumble, backsides firmly planted on their seats, through sentence after sentence of inane rants of little consequence. An art form emerges...
I told her and she
Was like, "Oh, my god," and I
Was like, "Oh, my god."
Fools! You travel the earth in search for a higher art form and it is here, cute and dandy, sitting on red, metal Coca-Cola chairs, not more than a few hundred metres from the place that you were born.
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