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So there I was, at one of the surest signs of taking a relationship to the next level, an out-of-town wedding.It was finally happening.

Champagne?

Ted! Oh, my gosh.I forgot to call you.

Well, whatever it is you wanted to talk about, we can talk about it now.

Um, this is Jack.He's the best man at the wedding.We just got back together.

You know, now that I think about it, a phone call would have been nice.

You're Ted? Ouch! But I hear you make a mean chocolate cake.

Isn't he great? And he's in a band.Thanks.

Come on, Lily.You have to get Scooter off the hook.Now try again.

Teacup pig, I don't want to be with you.Right now.

Man up!

Teacup pig, I don't want to be with you.Ever!

Finish him!

We will never be together in any sort of sexual way ever again!

Nice.Sort of a weird thing to say to a pig.

It felt really wrong.

Anyway, I just don't think you and I are gonna work.Right now.

And that's when it hit me.I was on the hook.I also realized

I missed this so much, baby.

Tiffany was on this guy's hook.It was a vicious cycle.Henrietta was on my hook.And years later, I found out this poor bastard was on Henrietta 's hook.

vicious cycle ˆŤzŠÂ

You know what? We're not gonna work, ever.I'm done.And it's really better for the circulation if you knead the arches with your thumbs.Now I'm done.

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Marshall, I can do this by myself.

Okay.Well, then, prove it.And grab me a pudding.

Listen up, Scooter, there is no way you and I will ever be together.

Right now!

Marshall!

I'm sorry.But he's adorable.

Listen, I don't want to be with you.

Right now.Hang in there, Scoots.I'm not gonna live forever.

Last night, I was with this pharma girl who was so hot you should call a doctor if you don't have an erection for more than four hours.Am I right, people?

Yeah, there's no people.Just the girl you most recently dated.

Hey, Barney, I want you to meet the newest pharma girl.

Gladys Reynolds.Nice to make your acquaintance.I represent statins and other cholesterol-lowering drugs.

acquaintance ’ml

Come on, girl.Let's go get our drink on!

Okay.

It's over.

What's over?

Pharma girls are no longer exclusively hot chicks.It's the end of an era.

You're being a little dramatic.

Am I? It starts out with a Gladys.Next thing you know, a few not-so-fabulous gay guys enter the ranks.And before you know it, pharma girls look like the crew on a Southwest flight from Albuquerque to Little Rock.It's over.

Okay.

So that night, I went straight to Henrietta 's, all set to let her off the hook.

This is Jack.He's the best man at the wedding.

I'm done.

Yes! The answer is yes!

No!

Oh! It gets worse.

It's perfect! Mom, Dad! Ted proposed!

Oh, my God! I knew this day would come!

Oh! Oh!

Son!

Yeah, well There's been a

No! What did you do?

I seriously considered just marrying her out of sheer awkwardness.But I did what I had to do.I did what anyone keeping someone on the hook should do.I broke her heart.

sheer ŠŽ‘S‚É awkwardness ‹C‚Ü‚¸‚ł

Henrietta, I'm sorry if this is blunt, but I think I owe you this.I don't want to be with you.

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Right now?

Ever.

But we're still getting married, right?

It was brutal.

brutal Žc”E‚Č

Oh.I'm sorry, buddy.Honesty is tough, but in the end, it's the far kinder alternative.

Yeah.

Hey, sweetie.

Hey, Mike, I have to tell you something.Wait, did you finish my delicates?

I got one more load.

Ah.It can wait.I

Hey.

Hey, how's it going?

Still in mourning over the end of the pharma girl era?

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No.I realized that their reign had to end to make room for some new hot girl profession.Maybe it'll be intergalactic communications officer on a rocket ship to some distant solar system we can't possibly imagine.Maybe it'll be meter maids.We just don't know.But one thing is sure.The future glows like a giant sun shooting amber rays of light into our hearts and minds.

reign “ŽĄ intergalactic ‹â‰ÍŒnŠÔ‚Ě

Wow, what changed your mind?

The realization that hope springs eternal, Robin.That and this little bottle of purple pills I found in my couch cushion.I don't know what they are, but they're amazing!

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