My manager was making tea today as I went to get yet another Diet Coke, and I heard him singing from the Gwen Stefani CD. I commented that the CD was catchy but the lyrics hurt me, and he said, "Oh, you mean 'this my shit, this my shit, the shit is bananas?' I think she is the, you know, cocktease." It's good to have a manager who understands.
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