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<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"This is from a New Year’s Eve party many years ago. I’m 23 and in the midst of a nervous breakdown. I’m standing with a dear friend, Liz (still a dear friend), and we are chatting up a storm. I am manic. I haven’t slept in about four days. But mania was preferable to the OTHER at that point.<\/p>\n
Liz’s boyfriend at the time saw this picture and said, “You two look like a couple of cheaply perfumed sloozy butts.”<\/p>\n
Of course he MEANT to say “boozy sluts” – but he messed up and said “sloozy butts”, which has now passed into legend in my group of friends. We still say it all the time.<\/p>\n
“I feel like a sloozy butt right now.”
\n“Wow, look at those two sloozy butts.”<\/p>\n
Etc. Ad nauseum.<\/p>\n
Exeunt.<\/p>\n
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This is from a New Year’s Eve party many years ago. I’m 23 and in the midst of a nervous breakdown. I’m standing with a dear friend, Liz (still a dear friend), and we are chatting up a storm. I … Continue reading