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It was Saturday morning, and Chandler had no plans. He got up, walked over to the bathroom, took care of business, and as he was washing up, noticed a fancy bottle sitting on the shelf. He picked it up and walked out of the bathroom. Joey was sitting in the kitchen, staring at the TV.
“Hey, Joey?”
“Yeah?” Joey replied.
“Is this whiskey or perfume?” Chandler asked. He really just wanted to know if it was left by one of Joey’s dates.
Joey grabbed the bottle and chugged it down, then gagged.
“It’s perfume,” Joey said, slamming the bottle down.