Once, a long, long time ago, I had what we called in prison terms, an "internet girlfriend." Shortly before meeting my wife I began chatting with a young woman whom I'd "met" online. This was when I lived in Kansas City, next to the swimming pool and the statue of St. Francis across the way with no head. I also still had the old sofa I'd inherited from my Grandma.
Once, while chatting with her online, I asked her what movie she'd gone to see earlier.
"Dude, where's my car?" came the reply.
Ummm... I typed. What?
"Dude, where's my car?" again.
I think you're getting your IMs mixed up, you must be talking to somebody else.
"No, that's the movie I went to see: Dude, Where's My Car?"
I didn't believe her that a movie existed and was called that.
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