[Alright, Val is here and she's drunk and she's ready to date some dads. She doesn't know the dude next to her, but she knows that she's drunk enough not to care. She steeples her fingers, leaning forward and surveying the options.]
The blonde one, I don't trust him. Date the fat one. He seems jolly.
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The blonde one, I don't trust him. Date the fat one. He seems jolly.