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“The living room is a monument to my impulsive spending habits. I've got more than two hundred DVDs, including cinematic greats such as Monkey Bone, Corkey Romano, and A Night at the Roxbury, leading me to believe not only do I have awful taste in films, but I also have a Chris Kattan fixation. What I don't have is $4000 earing intrest in a money market account.”

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Jen Lancaster
Jen Lancaster

Jen Lancaster, born on November 5, 1967, is an American author known for her humorous approach to personal life and social phenomena. Her works, often in the form of memoirs, have gained popularity among readers. more

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