On a whim yesterday I submitted an application for the New York Post’s “dating game.” I returned home to a voice mail from someone at the Post wanting to schedule me for a headshot. Now this could be interesting/humiliating/terrifying. I really have got to stop smoking crack in the office . . .
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Oy…
Oy…
Is there some reason you simply deleted this tasty tidbit from our conversation earlier this evening?
Is there some reason you simply deleted this tasty tidbit from our conversation earlier this evening?