Every time I see Jennifer Aniston wearin' that Orange lipstick slash gloss, or remembering the caged Go-Go girls dancin' like they'd recently stuck they fangers in a light receptacle, my whole being does a flip flop of emotional emotions. If I'm purchasing some late night beverages at the Seven and Eleven, I'll stop a minute and think something of this nature, " I wonder if Ms. Aniston would like these lukewarm Budweisers ? " After purchasing the beverages, I may think slash mumble something of this sort, " I wonder if Jennifer would care for some of these marvelous slash colorful flowers that are standing slash sittin' by the cash register of the Seven and Eleven store ?" Then the ladies in their Hooter-ish Orange outfits, the Go-Go gals, they suddenly pop into the cranium area, watching them shake they money makers on down the line.
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