The Real Fel Emerges
So I'm at physical therapy, being me. Trying to be human and be all pleasant and trying to be fun to converse to. Then Real Fel comes out...
Me: So, what does your wife do?
Therapist: Actually, it's my husband. He works for Visa.
Me: Oh, sorry. I should have guessed. You're always so well dressed.
Why am I like this?
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