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Thank You by Dido

Pamie: Her mascara is really sharp. And I think they put some sort of white crap in the corner of her eyes to make them less gooey and yellow.
Stee: Or it's the coke from when she accidentally rubbed her nose too hard.
Pamie: They've given her the "just gave a blowjob" lip gloss that's so popular with the kids these days.

Outside, the cop is taping the now-yellow eviction notice up onto the wall. God forbid he ruin the pretty purple paint five minutes before they tear the shit down. The construction workers continue just to smoke and stare. They smoke in slow motion, which I think is a union rule. As the cops knock, Dido walks away, her end-of-fame count complete. Six months.

The cops open the door with a special "gently push with your shoulder while turning the knob" move. It's an effective technique. The cops watch Dido walk into her bedroom all, "Hey crazy girlie. You know we about to knock your cute l'il purple house down. Hey, nice halter." One of the cops turns to the other with an "okay, go get the straitjacket" look. The first verse ends: "It's not so bad. It's not so bad."

Stee: Yes it is.

The cops turn, unable to handle the tense stand-off, so they call in the fat guys with back protectors.

Pamie: Yeah, that's some nice work there, fellas.
Stee: Those are some crappy-ass cops.
Pamie: You clearly need four guys in blue denim shirts to move this ninety-eight pound-English woman.
Stee: Unh.
Pamie: You didn't even give me props for my bad-ass Chief Wiggum impersonation I just did.
Stee: I'm ignoring it. Thanks.

New verse. New room. New outfit. Oh, Dido has just augmented her "I'm not giving up this house without a song" look with a sweater.

Pamie: Maybe she caught a draft from them opening the door so quickly.

Dido sits on her bed and rubs her feet while the guys with back protectors walk in behind her. Either they don't see her in her special hiding place right in front of them, or they're thirsty and heading to get a Coke. Dido smiles and says that her head feels in pain.

Stee: Mine too, Dido.

The men in blue -- we'll call them "movers" since...well, now they're moving shit -- remove a chair from her room. She smiles at that. Dido gets up and zips her sweater, the draft from the swift chair-removal bothering her; she also fixes her hood. Another chair is moved and Dido leaves her now unoccupied bedroom.

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Thank You by Dido Stee: Or it's the coke from when she accidentally rubbed her nose too hard. Pamie: They've given her the "just gave a blowjob" lip gloss that's so popular with the kids these days. Outside, the cop is taping the now-yellow eviction notice up onto the wall. God forbid he ruin the pretty purple paint five minutes before they tear the shit down. The construction workers continue just to smoke and stare. They smoke in slow motion, which I think is a union rule. As the cops knock, Dido walks away, her end-of-fame count complete. Six months. The cops open the door with a special "gently push with your shoulder while turning the knob" move. It's an effective technique. The cops watch Dido walk into her bedroom all, "Hey crazy girlie. You know we about to knock your cute l'il purple house down. Hey, nice halter." One of the cops turns to the other with an "okay, go get the straitjacket" look. The first verse ends: "It's not so bad. It's not so bad."
Stee: Yes it is.
The cops turn, unable to handle the tense stand-off, so they call in the fat guys with back protectors.
Pamie: Yeah, that's some nice work there, fellas. Stee: Those are some crappy-ass cops. Pamie: You clearly need four guys in blue denim shirts to move this ninety-eight pound-English woman. Stee: Unh. Pamie: You didn't even give me props for my bad-ass Chief Wiggum impersonation I just did. Stee: I'm ignoring it. Thanks.
New verse. New room. New outfit. Oh, Dido has just augmented her "I'm not giving up this house without a song" look with a sweater.
Pamie: Maybe she caught a draft from them opening the door so quickly.
Dido sits on her bed and rubs her feet while the guys with back protectors walk in behind her. Either they don't see her in her special hiding place right in front of them, or they're thirsty and heading to get a Coke. Dido smiles and says that her head feels in pain.
Stee: Mine too, Dido.
The men in blue -- we'll call them "movers" since...well, now they're moving shit -- remove a chair from her room. She smiles at that. Dido gets up and zips her sweater, the draft from the swift chair-removal bothering her; she also fixes her hood. Another chair is moved and Dido leaves her now unoccupied bedroom.
Stee: The girl walks to her bedroom and sits down on the bed as strange men enter her apartment -- maybe now she's just upset no one came and made hot stranger-love to her.

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