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For those ridiculing me, thank you very much, I came here for help, not ridicule. I don't normally cry. Ever. Today I cried because this was extremely emotionally upsetting, and I was upset with myself for letting it happen.
And no, I don't like chick flicks, or Hugh Grant movies. Grow up.
I told her about it tonight. Turns out some guy she works with came onto her today, and gave her a little peck as well. Odd coincidence.
So everything is alright now. Maybe I over-reacted, but so what, don't fuckin go off on me because I opened up and shared what happened with the TFP crowd. I thought this was a community that promoted positive input, not name-calling.
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I think Pringles initial intention was to make tennis balls. But on the day that the rubber was supposed to show up, a big truckload of potatoes arrived. But Pringles is a laid back company. They said "Fuck it. Cut em up." -Mitch Hedberg, '68-'05
Bauer's the man.
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