Well, gee let’s see here, I’m eating triple chocolate Nestle ice cream, which has melted messy drips onto my keyboard and sullied my what used to be brilliant white t-shirt, checking my email every 15 seconds in the vain hope that the girl I just contacted on Match.com will soon get back to me, even though it’s been 10 days already and she’s probably married by now, so I am left to face yet another cold dark night by myself with only my pillow girlfriend Isabella to keep me warm.
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