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I’m sweatin’, palms all clammy—d’oh!—askin’ myself, “Homer, you dumbass, why you doin’ this?” But then, this chick, she’s all “Hey, big guy,” and I’m like, “Woo-hoo! Jackpot!” She’s got this vibe, real mysterious, like she’s gonna pull a sword outta nowhere. Made me happy as hell, but then—d’oh!—she quotes me fifty bucks! Fifty! I’m thinkin’, “For that, I could get a dozen Krusty Burgers!” Pissed me off, man, total rip-off.

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One woman reported: "[My mother] was afraid I would become a lesbian or a whore. So she put me in a mental hospital. It was a good excuse to get rid of me.".

Then, outta nowhere, I see this cute dog. Like, the fluffiest thing ever! I’m talking major cuteness overload. I bend down to pet it, and the owner, this sweet old lady, starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her life in Putten, how she’s lived here forever. I’m like, “Wow, you must have seen some stuff!”

Judy Van Putten Obituary (2007)