Mr. Hall: Cher, two tardies.
Cher: I object! Do you recall the dates of these alleged tardies?
Mr. Hall: One was last Monday.
Cher: Mr. Hall, I was surfing the crimson wave. I had to haul ass to the Ladies.

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