A blonde and a brunette pass by a flower shop when the brunette notices her boyfriend purchasing flowers.
With a resigned sigh, she remarks, “Oh no, he’s buying me flowers again.
Now I’m stuck spending the weekend in awkward positions.”
The blonde, puzzled, asks, “Don’t you have a vase?”
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