Of course. And if we were closer together, we could go out, get drunk, and pity each other till dawn. That just ain't happening. But you, you get to go out and find someone to pity you, and give you pity sex. Me? I have to give myself pity sex. That justs not the same.
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Chase? Chevy Chase? Wow! Chevy Chase reads my blog. Wait until I tell my friends at work.
Wait. I don't have any friends at work. I don't have any friends, period. Damn!
Now nobody will know Chevy Chase reads my blog. Damn!
J/K Sarah. Thanks.
I saw Chevy Chase in a restauraunt in East Hampton once. He was with his wife at the bar.
Oh wait, that was Alan Alda I saw. So never mind my last post.
I have pity for you if you have pity for me! Pity exchange, ya' know?
Of course. And if we were closer together, we could go out, get drunk, and pity each other till dawn. That just ain't happening. But you, you get to go out and find someone to pity you, and give you pity sex. Me? I have to give myself pity sex. That justs not the same.
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