It was memorial day weekend and Bernard's primordial human desire for (companionship) was rustling around in his brain. Bernice was all he could think about as he imagined a fun filled weekend at the beach wasting away in margaritaville and other related activities. As he was walking down the street comtemplating the begonia debacle he noticed something in a store window a tutorial on How not to be a moron on your first date.
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