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You let Donnie go ahead while you rub the lamp.
“I wish Donnie was a bimbo!”
Donnie instantly becomes a sexy, busty young woman in bright clothes whose brain is smarter than a golf ball. You enter the conference room with “Donna.”
“So...like...why are we like...talking *giggle* at all?” She sputters out in a squeaky voice.
What a relief