
Case in point. I know you wouldn't be complaining if the cheerleader showed up at your friendly neighborhood watering hole, Hock.
The ramblings and general waste of fictional space created, run, and wholly comprised of nothing important that hasn't already been said.

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If she actually came into the bar, I'd only be happy if she went home with me afterwards. Otherwise, they can stay the hell out and wait their turn.
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