This leads me to believe that AOL is reading all of my emails and is trying to intervene with my personal life, like an aging relative that's worried they won't make it to see me bear children.
Well, maybe next year, AOL. So my date isn't going to get me flowers, but at least he gave me some sort of gift, judging from the pretty little red satin box on my lap. Or is that filled with the ashes of all of my old cremated feline dates?
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I think that inside the little red box is a jar of peanut butter, and yes, you know EXACTLY what I'm getting at...
You sicken me.
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