Having been in a high school production of "My Fair Lady," I try to celebrate Liza Doolittle Day every Twentieth of May. One buys flowers on the street, or goes to the horse races, or dances with a Transylvanian count, as the occasion presents itself.
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| Why, there's my dashing figure in the yearbook. |
Meanwhile, I'm a bit late to the Harrison Butker-bashing party, and all the good ideas have been taken.
Tune in this Thursday to see what I managed to dig up from everyone else's rejects.
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