“I just want to go home,” the girl thought, agonized, as she hobbled toward the third parking lot in which she expected to find her car. “That was the worst catering gig I’ve ever worked, and I should NEVER have done the tequila shots to try and blitz away the memory. I do not even know where I got this tiny rubber wastebasket but it will come in handy when I ralph in three seconds. Also, whose pants are these? They have a wang flap. If my car is not here I am just going to lie down on the ground.”
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