I like to imagine sitting in a writer's meeting, when someone pitches a great premise, and then everyone starts squealing like fifth grade girls who happened to be eating at Nobu (seriously give me my money Applebees or I'll promote every other restaurant in this fair land) the same day as Brangelinafordtomcatsteviewonder (that's a lot of people.) Sadly no one figures out how exactly to execute this premise, and comedy gold becomes really awkward... Exhibit A.
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