Look, I know hearing your ex rap about a new flame in concert (even when you've moved on to an arguably better/at the very least more-sane rapper) can be tough—believe me, BEEN THERE—but that's no excuse to do...this:
Amber, Amber, Amber. Give Wiz the night off, and come over to my house for a veg sesh. We'll eat some cookie dough, a little pizza, maybe some chocolate covered pretzels. You're already wearing the perfect pants!
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