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That day is now known in music history as the day that grunge was born.

Well, that's a bummer.

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It was tragic.I mean, to this day, you ask any Canadian where they were when Robin Sparkles lost it, not only can they tell you which Tim Hortons they were in, but what donut they were eating.Me? Wawa, Ontario.Blueberry fritter.

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Halifax, Nova Scotia.Walnut crunch.

Victoriaville, Quebec.Sour cream plain.

Sudbury, Ontario.Honey dip.

Red Deer, Alberta.Chocolate glaze.

Squamish, British Columbia.Crammed a Timbit into a strawberry vanilla and invented The Priestley.Should've been the best day of my life.

It was horrifying on so many levels.

Actually, you know what? I'm sorry, I can't I just can't talk about this.I'm out of here, okay? I'm out of here.Here, excuse me.I'm sorry, will you take No, no, don't move, I'm out Sorry, sorry.

Speculation began immediately.Who was Robin Sparkles singing about with those angry, obsessive lyrics? Many names were suggested.

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It wasn't me.

It wasn't me.

Wasn't me.

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me.Why does everyone always think it's me?

I wish it was me.

But one name comes up more than any other.

Alan Thicke.

How can I help you? Donut?

Whoa.What happened to you?

We watched Robin Sparkles: Underneath the Tunes today.

Wait, what? You guys get MuchMusic down here?

And that video lead me to

I am engaged to Robin Scherbatsky, and I know that she wrote "P.S.I Love You" for you.Now-now, why is she so obsessed with you?

What? That song's not about me.

Then who is it "aboot"-- about.Damn it.

I don't know.I always thought it was Coulier.

It wasn't me.Stop asking.Geez, cut it out.

I always liked that joke.

Alan Thicke kicked your ass.

He lied, didn't he? It was Alan Thicke!

Wow.It sounds like you've become a bit obsessed, huh, Barney?

I am not obsessed.All I did was break into your apartment and read your teenage journals, and fly to Vancouver to interrogate your ex-boyfriends, and fight beloved Canadian actor Alan Thicke to a draw.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!

So, ready to admit it?

Anyone can get obsessed.

Thank you.And now, I am ready to tell you who "P.S. I Love You" is about.

Who?

P.S.

Paul Shaffer.

Paul Shaffer?

I know, so stereotypical.Every young Canadian girl fantasizes about being with Paul Shaffer.At the Grey Cup gig, Paul was sitting in the front row.

I'll always be waiting for you

No wonder his stomach was growling.

I feel bad that I scared Paul.He's amazing.But I have no regrets.I was done being Robin Sparkles.You're not gonna go get beat up by Paul Shaffer now, are you?

I can't believe it.I'm a total Dahmer.

Yeah, but you're my Dahmer, which makes you a Dobler.

Just like Jeanette.

No, Ted, what that woman did to run in to you was bonkers.That's just not how you start a healthy relationship.Tell him, Lil.

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I can't stand it anymore.I've been living a lie.

See?

I saw you at orientation and I needed an excuse to meet you, so Ah! I didn't know which room you were in, so I had to create a little destiny.

Okay.

I'm sorry, I just couldn't stand the idea of not meeting you.

Could not stand the idea of not meeting me.I'm sorry, Ted.You were right.Jeanette's a Dobler.So are you.

Thanks, buddy.

You know, if you hadn't been reading the exact same book as me, we never would've met.I mean, that's destiny.Oh, look.You bought it in the same bookstore I did.On the same day.Within ten minutes of me buying mine.

Ugh Uh, this is embarrassing.I wasn't gonna tell you this, but I followed you to that bookstore.I just couldn't stand the idea of not meeting you.

You followed me to the bookstore from where? How long have you been following me?

Uh, this is embarrassing.Uh, remember when you were on the cover of New York Magazine?

That was like a year and a half ago.

Yeah.

Before a man meets the woman he'll marry, he'll make one final, horrible mistake.For me, that was Jeanette.

P.S.I Love You.The law can't stop my love I'll fit you like a glove Restraining orders don't scare me The lawyers at the record company Made me promise to say I'm totally a slacker and I don't even care With my curling 'zines and my faraway stare But deep down inside, yeah deep down inside I'm dying I'm trapped in a cage of the tears I cry I praying to God, but she doesn't reply Even the robot says Move on.I'm trying! P.S.I love you.

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