“You’re a fopdoodle.” We both laugh. “I saw it on the Internet somewhere,” I insist. “It’s a real word.” “Your mom’s a real word.” “Your mom’s a real bad word.”
You have to look your best on the holidays. You have to switch out your beige bra for black lace and spritz yourself with body spray called DEVOUR ME. I don’t make these rules.
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