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| There’s a working phonebooth on the Upper West Side! The door works and it smells like piss and everything!! |
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| This is me trying to explain to Sudsy that I’m not gonna be home for dinner because I’m going to go out to eat with my wife instead. He reminds me all the time that divorce is a real option in life, but then again, he says the same thing about suicide. What a jokester! |