Oh...the agony! Imagine going a big-time job interview and there are butterflies in your stomach and your palms are all sweaty and sticky and you throat is dry. Just plain fuqing nervous like a mutha. Geesh. I'm sayin, son, could the midget get here already!! I think I may have to take the L and acatually park at the airport and go inside to meet them. And I love my sister and all, but man, that chick is slow, son. What was the first thing out of her mouth this morning when I called? Yup, you guessed it, "You taking us out to eat, right?" And no, it was not in the form of a real, non-rhetorical question. I quoted her verbatim, B.
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