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About the author(s): MjH grew up in the suburbs of Encino, CA, born into a family of hilarious Jews. His mother, a witty New Yorker with a sharp tongue, set the bar pretty high in terms of what he looks for in a wife/Jewess.
Forever wearing glasses and on the hunt for Jewish cunt, our man wants you to know that he once schtupped a dame at DIVE! in Century City.
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Oh, hiya.
I didn’t notice you, staring at me in your grandmother’s cardigan from the other end of the bar.
Me? Oh, I’m here on business.
The business of fun.
What’s that you say? You like Ren and Stimpy? It’s hard to hear in here.
My mistake. Yes, it is a bit chilly out.
This jacket? Margiela.
Listen, I love your glasses.
Oh, stop it. Yours are so much cuter.
May I buy you a drink? Perhaps a dork n’ stormy, or a Penicillin?
(Source: 33113, via thisfemaleform)
