| As Melissa does her best to retreat from her all male hyperactive sales force for some much needed time alone, she finds herself in bowels of Timothy O'Tooles... |
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| And that you always BLESS the bar before you slam your shot of Irish whiskey? Powers is it??? | |
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| And that within the next few hours you will get pissed at me, run out of here, kiss me against a wall, shed your Spanx and make love to me on the beach, and that we will fall madly in love with each for the rest of all time? | |
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| ... Absolutely!!! | |
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