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I'm singing a cappella and my headset goes out...

and everybody thinks the show is over with.

How come it didn't happen to the girls?

We're all on separate frequencies.

Put me on their fucking frequency. And you know.

Motherfuck!

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But Moira McFarland taught me how to shave my legs.

Let me borrow her stuffed bra.

- How old were you? - Showed me how to use Tampons.

Not very well, I might add. And taught me how to make out.

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Yo, Mel. This is your birthday poem.

'Way back in the beginning...

when I started all of my sinning...

I needed a partner in crime, you could say...

so I went on a search and I started to pray.

I walked into my manager's office one morn.

I was mouthing out loud in my usual form.

As my eyes toured the room, my poor heart skipped a beat...

for there in the corner was the picture of sweet.

She was glued to the phone. She was bathed in pastels.

Her Lee press-ons were setting.

They were longer than hell.

I turned and I winked and I said...

Hey, Miss Muffett, you think you can work for a bitch?

Can you tough it?

I'm gagging! No way! Get me outta this dump!

I said, Hey, Freddy, find a new girl to pump.

So the rest is like history. Legend, okay?

You want to hear dish? She don't play it that way.

How can I thank you, my sweet Melly-Mel?

You pick up my shit and my undies that smell.

You shield me from assholes and take all their calls.

You buy me my Tampax and rubbers and all.

Size large.

'Now, you can't count on much in this life. I should know.

But I guess I got lucky. I found me a pro.

She still lives in the Valley...

but her press-ons are gone.

She still goes out with jocks...

but she sips Dom Perignon.

But without you, I'm nothing. I'm gagging, Miss Thing.

If you ever leave me, I'm gonna fuckin' kill myself.

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to Alek: you're not filming me while getting an adjustment

Julie: it's too much

M: *Demonna evil look* shut up julie, don't tell me it's too much

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Yo, Mel. This is your birthday poem.

'Way back in the beginning...

when I started all of my sinning...

I needed a partner in crime, you could say...

so I went on a search and I started to pray.

I walked into my manager's office one morn.

I was mouthing out loud in my usual form.

As my eyes toured the room, my poor heart skipped a beat...

for there in the corner was the picture of sweet.

She was glued to the phone. She was bathed in pastels.

Her Lee press-ons were setting.

They were longer than hell.

I turned and I winked and I said...

Hey, Miss Muffett, you think you can work for a bitch?

Can you tough it?

I'm gagging! No way! Get me outta this dump!

I said, Hey, Freddy, find a new girl to pump.

So the rest is like history. Legend, okay?

You want to hear dish? She don't play it that way.

How can I thank you, my sweet Melly-Mel?

You pick up my shit and my undies that smell.

You shield me from assholes and take all their calls.

You buy me my Tampax and rubbers and all.

Size large.

'Now, you can't count on much in this life. I should know.

But I guess I got lucky. I found me a pro.

She still lives in the Valley...

but her press-ons are gone.

She still goes out with jocks...

but she sips Dom Perignon.

But without you, I'm nothing. I'm gagging, Miss Thing.

If you ever leave me, I'm gonna fuckin' kill myself.

:rotfl:

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Guest ditaluver

while you're working with me and doing this show...

you will treat everyone in this group...

with kindness, compassion and respect.

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