Quoth the doorman, "I see you guys got your picture taken. How'd that work out for you?" Shut up, dude. We're so hot.
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Yes, and that's the same doorman who was undone by my beauty and hipness as I struggled to get my i.d. out of my fancy new wallet and hand over my cash for my ticket (the smooth actions that encourage my concert mate to by me a girlie drink) Who are you aloof doorman guy, who starts and ends my evening pointing out that I am somewhat out of my element? Shut up, dude. We're so hot.
". . . Keys yearn to mix with change. Mandolins strive to get out of tune. Every order has within it the germ of destruction. All order is doomed, yet the battle is worth while." --Nathanael West
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Yes, and that's the same doorman who was undone by my beauty and hipness as I struggled to get my i.d. out of my fancy new wallet and hand over my cash for my ticket (the smooth actions that encourage my concert mate to by me a girlie drink) Who are you aloof doorman guy, who starts and ends my evening pointing out that I am somewhat out of my element? Shut up, dude. We're so hot.
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