In a parallel non- politically correct universe, who would get a piece of your mind first?
The slob in line at Wendy’s? The co-worker with the halitosis? A racial epithet you’ve only whispered under your breath?
Or a “friend divorce” a la Seinfeld and Curb your Enthusiasm, wherein you explain to someone that you simply no longer want to be friends.
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