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Yes, Marc.
It's your party.
And you can cry if you want to.
And who wouldn't cry, watching their guests writhing in agony to ABBA?
Well, I wouldn't, because I don't have guests.
I have the house fumigated to prevent that sort of thing.
It saddens me that our friendship must end due to your lack of musical taste.
Florence I can understand. She is French. Their taste is questionable and they tend to be snotty about it.
LazyScot, those aren't my hands. I found them in the pool.
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