Ya see. I'm telling an attendant that it's my birthday, or my anniversary and I'm headed to meet my "wife." All I want is a cupcake, with a candle. Oops.
Give it a tug. When she turns around to glare at me, I tell that my ticket doesn’t include her hair. If she’s rude enough to do this, I don’t care how hot she is.
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