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I had no idea that a portion of my brain stored so many commercial jingles from the late 80s-early 90s.
Sometimes I lean in close to my girlfriend and whisper, "I miss Us...sher" and then she's like "me too" and I'm like "YEAH!" and we dance.
Love, Actually should be called Bummers, Predominantly.
Shake up a friendship by randomly texting "You've changed..." to any of your contacts.
Tonight is our office's Christmas party so I better get busy coughing on all these casseroles.
Platform Ops @ Twitter. Welcome to my online Pentecostal Church of hysterical shouting in tongues.