Girl: What happened?
Jenny: I danced too hard and I couldn’t move my neck the next day.
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Me: (dances and hurts neck)
Fabienne: You’re not Jenny Yang.
(planning a champagne shower for Fabienne)
Me: Would she mind that it’s sticky as fuck?
Jenny: She needs to shower more often anyway.
Flora: Agreed.
Jenny: Yeah, you’re high maintenance.
Flora: Just ’cause I take a shit all the time!
Jenny: Call it garlic bread. Or, moist croutons.
Jenny: So, like, horoscopes have replaced organized religion.
Kareen: She should find the source of the ants.
Me: I think eating cornmeal will kill them.
Jenny: Is it too heavy? Will they die of obesity?
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