Lee: I could be Ethiopian.
Brian: You could be. But you're not.
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3 comments:
Well, somebody had to burst your bubble.
Was your statement intended to say "I could have been Ethiopian all along and not realized it"
OR
"I can become Ethiopian if I channel the electrical pulses inside my body and think about Dr. Phil figure skating across a frozen lake of blood."
Just curious.
you are listing my broken dreams.
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