Corporatio Arachnoida wrote:

And seriously, at the first party I threw at my house I was talking about how the historical scale is now reversed, and those with money can afford to be thin while the poorer have to settle for fast food and tv dinners and wind up being horridly overweight, when my friend Jerry from 400 miles away strode in, plopped down on the couch, and yelled (in front of all my paraprofessional, uh, colleagues) "BITCH, BRING ME A CHICKEN POT PIE!" It was funny how every single one of them got up and said they really had to go all within a minute of each other. I mean, there was a queue to leave. I had to return a keg 95 percent full.

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