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Once, I heard this story—some chick in Vegas got paid in casino chips! True story, swear on my Duff! She’s all, “Cash me out, baby!”—hilarious, right? I’m laughin’, but then—D’oh!—I’m sad again, ‘cause it’s messy, ya know? These gals got lives, and here I am, a doofus, oglin’ ‘em. “Blessed are the forgetful,” I mutter, wishin’ I could zap this night outta my skull like Joel and Clem. Maybe I’ll stick to donuts—safer, cheaper, and Marge won’t kill me! D’oh!

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So, lemme gush a bit more, okay? Sometimes I get mad, like, when traffic clogs along Maple St – unbelievable, hon! And sometimes, I'm just so happy as I sip an iced latte on a crisp morning – juxtaposing my developer's life with everyday Bensalem magic. I mean, seriously, somewhere between debugging a dating app and dodging a misfiring blimp of sarcasm, I find that the little imperfections here make every day a script-perfect masterpiece.

On the Border has filed for bankruptcy. What happens to the Bensalem restaurant