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Guys, Brover is not only the best bro I've ever had, he's amazing with the ladies.

I'm sorry, don't you think it's a little pathetic to use a dog to pick up chicks?

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Sir, wingmanship is a two-way street.If Brover meets a cutie, I'll take the hit and chat up the chubby lady friend.Sometimes I'll be the jerk so Brover can swoop in and be the hero.And like any good wingman, I gather as much intel as I can right up front.

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How old's your dog?

She's five.

Oh.What's that in dog years?

Like, 35.

We're done here.

Well, you were right.Victoria says something's holding us back, and I don't have any idea what it is.Any brilliant insights, Oprah? Steadman?

Um, try Gayle.

Marshall, I want you to take this one.You're ready.

Oh, I don't know.Although I do hear this little voice in the back of my head trying to tell me something.

That's your inner goddess.Listen to her, channel her.

If Victoria quenches your thirst like a tall glass of sweet tea on a hot July day

quench –ü‚ˇ thirst Š‰‚Ť

Marshall, why is she Southern?

Don't let him break the connection.

well, you got to make an honest woman out of her.

Okay, I'm leaving.

But, but, if not, well, then, sugar you got to let that nightingale spread her wings and soar to her own beautiful tomorrow.

Testify.

You guys are the worst.

Where am I?

Sorry.Uh, go for Barney.Uh-huh.I see.Totally understood.I'll do that.Great.Thank you.That was Brover's owner.I guess, while she was out of town, he ran away from his kennel, and now that she's back, I have to return him.

Oh, Barney, I'm so sorry.

Oh, it's all good.Um, excuse me for one moment.

Hey, Barney.

No, no.No, no!

Oh.Wha

Victoria.Will you marry me?

Yes, of course.There's just one thing.

Anything.You name it.

You can't be friends with Robin.

You won't marry me if I'm still friends with Robin? Wait.She's the thing that's been holding us back?

There-There's just too much history there.I mean, Robin's the reason that we broke up the first time around.Robin's our roadblock.Robin's the deep, dark pit where our relationship goes to die.But nicest girl in the world.Salt of the earth.

But she's with Nick now.I mean, sure, his cooking show is lousy with awkward catchphrase attempts.

Oh, my gosh, who's ready to nosh?

nosh ŠÔH‚ˇ‚é

Who's popping a chub for some grub?

I offer my deepest apologies to anyone who was offended by my popping a chub remark.I can and will do better.Won't happen again.And now who's ready to eat my meat? Oh, come on.

But Robin's happy with Nick, and I'm happy with you.Look, I, I just asked you to be my wife.Isn't that proof there's nothing between me and Robin?

Well, maybe today there isn't, but what about tomorrow? Or next week or 15 years from now? I'll always be wondering.I never wanted to be that girl who says it's Robin or it's me, but, well

It's Robin or it's you.

You've been a hell of a wingman.And even though I think it's kind of gross when you pleasure yourself orally, don't ever think that means I'm not impressed.

Hey do you think that Barney's gonna be okay bringing Brover back?

Yeah, he'll be fine.

It's not just the ability to go to town on yourself, but you do it with such joie de vivre.

joie de vivre ś‚Ť‚éŠě‚Ń

I really think that I should go with him.

No, but you got to eat these crepes as soon as they're flambped.They're gonna be bon appe-sweet!

No.

Damn.

We'll work on it when I get back.

No, I get it.You know, I only spent all night working on these, but, hey, Barney's more important.

Nick

It's fine.Go.

Anyway, let's not make a big deal of it.We hung out for a few days, had some fun No big woof.I don't know who I am without you.

This is crazy.Victoria is being completely unreasonable about Robin, and my snap sister is gonna back me up.I say again

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I kind of see Victoria's point.

Come again for Ms.Fudge?

Ted and Robin have so much history.

Exactly.History.Ancient history.

Ted, you said I love you to her earlier this year.I'm not saying this is fair, but I get it.

I didn't get that at all.How could my inner goddess be so far off?

Oh, you'll get there, honey.Oprah wasn't built in a day.

Uh-oh.

What?

I kind of went rogue.

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