So I'm sitting here, after a long day, sipping a little wine and waiting on the Patron to finish coding data. One cat's gotten comfy across my lap, the other one is on a pillow behind the sofa, so I pickup the remote and turn on the tv and, bot surprisingly, it's tuned to Bravo. It's the Real Housewives, New Jersey-style, and they're having some
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It's New Jersey, it's what it does to people, you can't escape it.
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Now, have you witnessed this phenomenon yourself? It sounds as if you have some kind of real-life experience with this. Maybe a friend or relative? ^_~
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It's a crack fic begging to be written.
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You have just given me the most delightful image of Viktor having one or two of the Jersey Housewives over, no doubt for some cognac. (I can't see Nina approving though and she'd be in a mini-Galina-like huff all evening.)
Oh, thank you for that image - it's wonderful!
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This is just another reason why Johnny should stop listening to these Russians. -___-'
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Yeah, because next thing you know he'll be listening to those Jersey Italians and have a boyfriend called Vinnie.
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*whispers* Was he that was before he moved to Jersey?
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