Of all the girls in LA...

You long for a mate to spend eternity with. You compile your report, fly home (On a plane stupid, not as a bat!) and travel to the West Coast. If you're going to choose your bride for eternity, you might as well go for a hot California babe.

In LA you catch sight of a sexy hot blonde and advance on her.

"Hello my dear, and what might your name be?" you ask, jumping out in front of her.

"Buffy Summers" she replies

"AW, CRAP!!"

THE END

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