Me: Boobs.
Dad: Did you just say boobs?
Me: Yes. I've graded papers all day. My brain is shot.
Dad: Maybe you meant bazoombas.
Me: Dad!
Dad: Or kachungas?
Me: DAD!
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Fresh from her masters program and with a handful of full-time teaching rejections, This Girl retreats from the Midwest. Now she's back home in western New York and hoping for the best. The world is finally right: there is bleu cheese everywhere.
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