you know that feeling when you are a denny’s restaurant and someone asks you to prom and you end up going anyway even though you are clearly a diner but whatever it’s cool but you’re a bit nervous while you’re getting ready, making sure your tux-e-dough looks just right and that you got the right color corsausage or butternniere and worrying that your cucumberbun makes you look classy not tacky or that the lemonzine driver isn’t a weirdo nut and that you brought enough bread for all the expenses and that most of all by the end of the night you’ll be smoothie enough to slow jam beneath the crisco ball and dream that a diner could be crowned prom royalty? um, you know that feeling?
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