Upon hearing an unexpected knock at the door,
or a ring of the telephone, Dorothy Parker would often exclaim
"What fresh hell is this?"
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Here's yet another thing I learned today. This is something one of my colleagues at work always used to say. And I picked it up from him. So now I know, it's Dorothy Parker. Thanks Dorothy. Thanks random blog generator than brought me here. Thanks John.
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