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| My soon to be ex-gf came home last night plastered drunk and pissed on the kitchen floor…when I asked her what she was doing, she replied, “The kitchen needs a representative”. I was like, “Honey, what does that even mean!?” To which she said with an attitude, “UHHHH HELLO? The kitchen needs a representative” We’re not together anymore. But I still have no idea what she was talking about. Unreal. |
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