Sara: I'll buy you lunch tomorrow.
Dave: It's okay.
Sara: You have money?
Dave: Yeah, I whored myself out over the weekend while you were out of town.
Result:
While the girlfriend's away,
Boyfriend will play,
And the girlfriends pay.
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And you say you don't like poetry . . .
(I take credit for the first two lines, by the way.) :)
And I the last, which is, after all, the only one that matters.
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