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I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not all that concerned with figuring out who I am. I have a lot of weird shit in my room - handcuffs, a name tag that says "Harvey", and some leg warmers.
I think I'm involved with a stripper named Harvey, and that is not a good thing.
Owning leg warmers in the 21st century is fucking weird, let me tell you, baby.
So this is what I'm going to do: I'm going to go out by the pool, I'm going to have myself one of those fruity little cocktails with the pink umbrellas in them, and I'm going to get myself a nice tan.
You know why?
Because I can't remember who I am and there's not a goddamn thing anyone here can do about it.
I think I'm involved with a stripper named Harvey, and that is not a good thing.
Owning leg warmers in the 21st century is fucking weird, let me tell you, baby.
So this is what I'm going to do: I'm going to go out by the pool, I'm going to have myself one of those fruity little cocktails with the pink umbrellas in them, and I'm going to get myself a nice tan.
You know why?
Because I can't remember who I am and there's not a goddamn thing anyone here can do about it.