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Friendly's
TO THE WOMAN SELLING SOMETHING AT FRIENDLY's: Now I'm not trying to be all up in your business or anything like that., but what was up? I mean me and my man were all dressed in business casual dress, looking good, and having a nice pleasant conversation. The white man next to us was dusty, had twenty cups of coffee, stuff all over his table, and on top of that was carrying on a whole conversation with himself. You went to every single table in Friendly's but when it came down to our row, which incidentally was the last row, you looked at me and my man, then you looked at the crazy white man and decided he was a better choice. Now again I'm not trying to get all in your business or anything like that but I'm trying to understand. That's okay though 'cause I didn't want any of your cheap paintings.
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