Apparently wearing blue cardigan sweaters that your mom bought you for Jewish Christmas makes you look like Dr. Heathcliff Huxtable. Apparently I'm a black OB/GYN who lives in Harlem and who names their youngest Rudie. Apparently I'm also married to the woman who spoke so eloquently at the Syracuse University graduation ceremonies about the future of their graduates is all about the ability to "celebrate, celebrate, celebrate..."
Apparently...
I drive a Dodge Stratus also. I wish you were dead.
Ben
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