One of my favorite Lisa stories is on the beach in San Diego when a drunk vendor was hitting on her and she called out that she could see the tan line from his now removed wedding ring.
Or the time when she was screaming into the phone about the mouse in her room and how she didn’t care that I was on my way from the airport, she was going to jump off the…
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