Only Dr. Phil, anxiously awaiting for the good man to inquire as to whether I torture small animals or go into the store and steal groceries, and promptly tell me he's a drunk pimp and wants me to start living as a gay woman. After I express my indignation at his lack of tact, he'll say "quit being mad at me and just love me again," to which I will have to oblige.
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