NO, for the last time, Bodylicious, I liked what you pulled last night. When I dragged myself to an open mic after work even though my brain bucket was full of snot and toxins, I was hoping I would fall asleep in the parking lot, proceed to not wake up in a timely fashion, and then eventually rouse myself enough to wander fogheadedly into said open mic spouting gibberish-laced questions to a few innocent bystanders, and a few minutes later, eventually make my way back out to the car.
I thought that was "cute".
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