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And that's how you got the brooch? Unbelievable.So, here we are.

Here we are.

We made good time.Stupid.

Oh, I love this song.

Do you? I can Listen, Ted's mom.I should really not I

Your penis is enormous.

Again.Always one too far.

Okay, all right, fine.That last part I made up.But the rest of it, I swear, was true.Come on, dude, your mom is a cougar.

Wait, I thought you said a cougar can't be over 50.

Okay, she's a Mellencamp.

Guys, I am screwed.I mean, the best I can do is level this place, and sell the property for a huge loss.

Look, Ted, usually in life, when you make a stupid decision, you just have to live with it.But how often do you get the chance to pick up a sledgehammer and bash the living hell out of it?

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This is stupid.

Your mom and I got to second base.

Thanks, Lily.That felt fantastic.

Aw! To Ted Mosby.Homeowner, friend, and if he can rent it out, slumlord.

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Yeah.

Cheers.

There's There's one last thing I got to do.

And my friends didn't see me for the next 72 hours.

He was our ride.

Hi.

Ted, what are you doing here?

I never got to give you guys your toast.I was selfish, and I freaked out, and I'm so sorry.So here it is.How about a hand for the DJ? Gesture to D I'll skip down.Mom, I love you.And I've never seen you as happy as you are with Clint.And, Clint, welcome to the family.What you two have is what I one day hope to find.But until then, cheers to you both.I love you guys.

Ted I am so baked right now.I'm only 60% sure you're actually standing in front of me.But if you are, I love you.And you are the best son a mother could ever have.

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There was no logical reason why my mother should be with a guy like that.And yet, as you kids know, being with your Grandpa Clint was the best decision your grandma ever made.Sometimes, our best decisions are the ones that don't make any sense at all.

Hey.

Hey, buddy.

How'd you know I was gonna be up here today?

Robin told me.Happy house-warming.

But I told you last time I saw you, I'm selling the place.

I know what you said.I also know my best friend, Ted Mosby.Look, all the times over the years when I've said to you, Slow down, don't rush into things with this girl, you haven't listened to me a single damn time.Your heart is both drunk and a kid.

Thanks for sticking up for me, man.

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That's what I do.

Can I Can I show you some of the ideas I have?

Yeah.

And kids, Marshall was right.I didn't give up on my dream house.Because that's the thing about stupid decisions.We all make them.But time is funny.And sometimes a little magical.It can take a stupid decision and turn it into something else entirely.Because, kids, as you know, that house is this house.

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