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I met an exotic dancer but didn't know how to begin the conversation so I just started singing the lyrics to
Three's Company while imitating Mr. Furley and
and Mr. Roper, because we all knew they were "friends." I put on my best gaysian accent and complimented him for his
mild good looks and swift ability to carry on a conversation about
why wax lips aren't a more popular candy and who invented the
peanut butter, chocolate mix. The two mixed together in your mouth....creating a flavour so glorious that you could die knowing there was a heaven. You can now die happy, and you will......damn peanut allergy!
