Bounce a quarter off that baby, you know you wanna.
[ she rolls off his lap and reaches back to grope under her desk. (the desk now feels ruined for marriage and asks if the chair will mind if it's no longer pure.) she comes up with a half full bottle of vodka and a souvenir shot glass from British Columbia, probably appearified from Dad Crocker's fatherly drinks cabinet ]
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[ she rolls off his lap and reaches back to grope under her desk. (the desk now feels ruined for marriage and asks if the chair will mind if it's no longer pure.) she comes up with a half full bottle of vodka and a souvenir shot glass from British Columbia, probably appearified from Dad Crocker's fatherly drinks cabinet ]
Penaltyyyyyy!