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Back in 2009, your Aunt Robin got a job hosting a morning show

Which meant she had to get up kind of early.

How early?

'Morning everybody.

So you actually doing it?

You're actually going to work at 2:00 a.m.?

I'm not doing it for me, I'm doing it for the fans.

Who exactly are the fans of a show that airs at 4:00 in the morning?

People getting up to host a show at 5:00 in the morning.

Meth addicts who haven't sold their TVs yet?

Strippers in that messy gray area between

getting off work and getting their kids up for school?

Them's my peeps.

All right, catch me up. What's been going on?

You know...

The yoozh.

Really, the yoozh?

Think of the funniest thing that has ever happened.

- Got it. - Now double that.

So, a chimpanzee wearing two texudos.

Something even funnier than that happen's to Marshall today.

Okay, first of all, there's nothing funnier than that.

Second of all, look it's...

It's not that good a story.

Come on, you guys,

you're four young active people living in the most exciting city on earth.

You're telling me you have no stories for me?

What can I say? Some weeks are just like that.

It's the same thing over and over.

A kid in my class ate some paste.

I used deceitful means to hook up with a less-than-intelligent girl.

My ex-gilfriend Karen moved to town, it's just all the same Robin.

Karen's in town?

- Oh noooo! - You have got to be kidding me!

Kids, I think I've told you about Karen.

She was my girlfriend in high-school, and intermittently through college.

She was beautiful, smart.

I was madly in love with her.

The only problem was,

Marshall and Lily were not.

I think it had something to do were every time Karen opened her mouth.

I love taht you guys live in a dorm.

It's so American.

It's like let's all eat baloney sandiwches and be racist.

Oh my God. She was such a douche.

Dude, she was the heiress of the Massengill fortune.

She really wasn't that bad.

Of course, you think that she turned you into one of

her douche zombies.

I want to eat your brain

but only if it's organic and grass-fed.

What?

Will you pass the salt?

Salt?

So bourgeois.

Totally.

What's that thing?

That's... a TV, Karen.

I don't watch TV.

Totally.

You thought I actually bought tickets to Wrestle Mania?

I was being ironic.

Totally.

I know...

that you were being ironic.

I too...

I'm being ironic.

Let's do this.

What?

That make up didn't come off for a month.

I had to meet Lily's parents that way. I've never looked like a bigger jackass.

Until today, tell the story...

Just let it go.

Well, hold on. Is it really funny?

I am not kidding you.

I almost don't want you to hear it, because seriously...

for the rest of your life,

nothing else will ever be as funny and you

will curse yourself for agreeing to ever hear it in the first place.

But seriously, you got to hear it, it's so funny.

Fine.

I was at the compagny gym this morning, playing basketball, and

the guys I work with can be pretty brutal with their ridicule.

Look at Wisniewski.

He's gonna cry, look at him.

I don't know. I don't think knees aren't supposed to bend that way, I think...

he might have tore his ACL.

The only thing that guy tore was his cervix or maybe his hymen.

Yeah, or his fallopian tube.

I may have cleaned up the dialogue a little bit.

Anyways...

I go to my duffle bag to get out my work clothes.

Wait, wait!

I want to say it...

Fine, you say it.

Marshall goes to his duffle bag to get out his work clothes

and... No, no, no, you say it. It's funnier if you say it.

No, let me say it!

No, you say it. You say it. Say it.

Same time!

No, no, no. You go, you go!

- I forgot... - Marshall forgot his pants!

He forgot his pants.

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Marshhal forget his pants, That's pretty funny.

It's not a chimpanzee wearing two tuxedos.

What? Did he... forgot he put the first one on?

Stupid monkey!

So Karen in New York, weird, right?

Ted, you cannot get back together with Karen.

I nerver said I was going to get back together with her.

I was thinking

she's new in town, would it be the worst thing in the world if I gave her a call?

It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world,

it would be the fourth worst thing.

Number 1, Super volcano. Number 2, an astroid hits the Earth.

Number 3, all footage of Evel Knievel is lost.

Number 4, Ted calls Karen.

Number 5, Lily gets eaten by a shark.

I'm Lily and I approve the order of that list.

You don't know the whole story.

Ted and Karen were off and on all through college,

and it always went the same way.

They'd be having fun, douching it up, and then one day...

I know you think pepperoni is fascist and you're totally right, so I can...

Oh, my God! Karen!

Sorry, bro.

Before you say anything,

I think that you should read

Baudelaire's, "Les Fleurs Du Mal".

So then they break up, He would be all depressed, and

we would wait the appropriate amount of time

and then we'd would tell him how we really felt.

- Karen and I broke up. - We hated her!

Bitch had to go!

And then Ted would build up a head of steam

and finally take the bus to Providence to give Karen a piece of his mind.

How did it go?

Great.

Look who's back?

And then sure enough, the whole thing would start all over again.

Make that 10 000 and 2 Maniacs, because I got us Natalie Merchant tick...

Sorry, bro.

So she would come visit you at school and the second you turned your back

she would bring guys back to your dorm room?

Respect.

I was an idiot.

She was my first real girlfriend, She was madly in love with her.

We all did stuff we regret, in college.

Junior year, Marshall grew a soul patch,

wore a rasta hat, and asked everyone to call him M.J. Smooth.

I don't regret that for one second.

So you guys, absolutely don't think I should call her?

- Ted, no! - What's wrong with you?

Fine I won't.

Interristing piece of trivia,

- I called her. - What are you doing?

It's the pants story.

I can't believe you called her.

Why don't you just ask her to lunch while you're at it?

Because, Lily, I'm not gonna ask her out to lunch...

again.

You asked her to lunch?

Why would anyone, want to have a lunch,

- with their ex. - Glad you asked, Marshall.

There are four possible motives behind an ex lunch.

Number 1, they want to get back together.

Like my high school boyfriend Scooter.

Lilies, clever.

I'm sorry I don't have a scooter for you.

My God, that's funny.

I forgot how funny you are.

- Where is the waiter? - Why?

You like waiters?

I can be a waiter.

I'm going to be the greatest waiter on this earth, and then you'll love me.

Number 2, they want to kill you.

Like when I had lunch with Wendy.

I'm glad we could finally do this.

You know, after that ninth time you rescheduled on me?

I almost gave up on you.

But you didn't.

You just kept on trying.

By the way...

there's something I've been meaning to give you.

Gun! She's got a gun!

It's a tie.

Number 3, they actually do want to give you your stuff back.

Like when I had lunch with Curt.

By the way, there's something I've been meaning to give you?

My snub-nosed. 38 police special.

I knew I left that somewhere.

Every time I watch the news, I'm like, "Hope that wasn't my gun."

Breaking up was the right choice.

Or number 4, to rub your face in how great they're doing.

Like my lunch with Nicole Barsamian.

- Who's Nicole Barsamian? - My ex.

Hello Nicole.

You look well, Marshall.

You look okay, I guess.

- I'm seing someone. - Already?

Who?

Lee Roberts. He reads at a fifth grade level.

You have to cancel the lunch.

I would definitetly do that, definitetly.

Except I already had it.

I'm going to need to borrow the butt of your gun.

I actually lost it again. Can you believe that?

How could you break bread with that woman?

It was just lunch. And you know she doesn't eat wheat.

We had great time, catching up.

We even laughed about what jerks we were back then.

I can't believe I had a beret for each day of the week.

I can't believe I had an iron-on image of Moli�re on my backpack.

Man, we were pretentious.

So pretentious.

What can I get you?

I don't want to cause a scene

but your wine list has a Ch�teauneuf du Pape

listed under the C�te de Provence.

You might want to alert your sommelier

And, for you?

I hate to go off-menu but, can you bring us some

brochette with fresh mozzarella? Grazie.

It was great. It was great.

There was one, weird moment, towards the end.

How do you say good-bye in those situations?

A kiss on the cheek is too familiar, a handshake is too formal...

A hug is just like a public dry hump.

I think you're hugging wrong.

- So what happenned? - Well...

Schopenhauer made a saucy little argument,

in which, he pos...

Ted, honey, I want you to go outside and bite the curb. I'll be out in a minute.

Karen, was the first girl I ever loved.

Okay? And, after the year I've had,

I don't know, I guess, having lunch with her just...

remind me of what it was like to be 18 and have my whole life figured out.

And I would like to remind everyone,

that at least, I was wearing pants, Marshall!

You can't just go changing the subject like that!

The pants story.

Pants story bomaye! Pants story bomaye!

There is no story! I had a little situation

- so I called Lily. - Refresh us,

- what was that situation? - I forgot my pants.

What do you mean, you forgot your pants?

I forgot them.

I need you to bring me some.

What about your spare pants?

Last thursday, the mustard incident?

Jeez, woman, you have the memory of a goldfish!

You're not getting off that easy!

Marshall's pants story, while amusing...

Amusing? Try... Very amusing.

Is nothing compared to this Karen madness. Finish your story.

Taht's it! It was just one kiss in the restaurant.

Why did you say "in the restaurant"?

Did you kiss somewhere else?

Like where?

In a tree?

Lily, we did not make out in a tree!

What's with this one?

What did you do?

Ted, how could you?

Marshall forgot to bring his pants to work today

and you're still the stupidest person at this table.

Okay, Lily, let's be honest.

We both know your real motivation here,

you hate Karen,

because, she lingered.

You son of a bitch!

What do you mean, she lingered?

February 5, 1998.

I was painting.

Sorry, I...

Sorry... I...

You know...

Thaht color palette is a bit derivative of early Van Gogh,

don't you think?

Cheat on Ted, criticize my painting, whatever that's your business.

But I catch you,

peeping on my man's junk, and you linger!

You gots to get got!

The game is the game.

In Karen's defense, I had just worked out.

Why did you have to paint Marshall nude anyway?

Because he ate my bowl of fruit.

But the point is, Karen,

is a dirty linger

and you cannot bring her back into our lives!

Relax! It was just that one night!

And the next three after that. And one morning.

But at least, I had pants on, Marshall.

Although, actually, I didn't.

Wait. This happen in our appartment?

Where was I?

You know, those sleeping pills you're

taking to keep on your crazy new schedule?

I think they're stronger than you realize.

La Fontaine gets the puck to Turgeon.

Turgeon shoots.

Glove save!

Hey, Ted. Hey, Lily.

Don't worry, I won't tell Marshall.

I'm gonna grab a beer, you want one?

Beer!

I'll start decanting the Bordeaux.

Sure it's fun to look back at a time

when you were a fresh-faced farm girl with a virgin's glow.

But all that stuff, Ohio, Karen, college?

All that was B.S.

Before Stinson.

Now, your life is awesome! I mean, yeah,

you still live with your ex-girlfriend which is ridiculous.

Your Laser Tag chops are almost nonexistent.

And your wardrobe!

It's like...

what, are you allergic to quality fabrics? Seriously Ted, shape up!

What were we talking about?

So what's next with this broad?

Please, the story is already written.

Ted is Charlie Brown, trying to kick the football

and Karen's Lucy, who pulls it away at the last second and has sex with it.

You guys know what I mean.

Ted's gonna fall in love and then Karen's gonna cheat on him

with some meathead who's like

Sorry, bro.

Wrong, wrong, wrong!

You must have left the right answer in your pants Marshall,

cause that's exactly what didn't happen.

You guys, here' what happenned.

One afternoon, we were at Karen's place...

Oh, my God!

How could you?

Sorry, bro.

So this time, the meathead Karen was cheating with...

Was me.

Me.

Remember that time Marshall forgot his pants?

You quit trying to change the subject. You crossed the line.

You are complicit in breaking some poor guy's heart. And you,

you of all people know exactly how that feels.

You really don't want to tell the pants story?

- What? - Pants, pants...

Fine!

Lily came down to the office to bring me my pants...

- Why did she have to do that? - Because I forgot my pants.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to give Marshall something.

Here to give him something. Gotcha. Nice.

But I'm in a hurry. Can I just give it to you?

Sure.

And then you'll give it to him?

Wait. I don't know about all that.

I mean, yours would have to be really good.

- What are you talking about? - What are you talking about?

Marshall forgot his pants, so I'm bringing him a new pair.

Marshall forgot his pants.

It's a good thing that you came by because he has a really

important meeting today, and it would be pretty embarrassing

and not at all funny if he were to show up not wearing pants.

- I'll make sure he gets these. - Great. Thanks.

And you didn't give him his pants.

Of course I gave him his pants. I gave Lily my word. My word is oak.

Though I did make some alterations.

Now, as you'll see on page 44 of the contract...

When did you join AC/DC?

Now, can we please just turn to page 44 of the contract.

I think the Oliver Twist auditions are down the hall!

Please, sir, may I have some more... pants?

More pan...

That's it? That's the whole story?

- So what happened with Karen? - I'll finish it for you.

Ted left without saying anything and Karen got exactly what she wanted.

Not this time.

You have a boyfriend?

We've been drifting apart for a long time.

I've been meaning to break up with him.

You are unbelievable.

You don't have the guts

to break up with someone like a decent human being,

so instead you pull this crap.

You're right.

I'm great with books.

I'm great with art.

I'm great with identifying French wines

from within a mile of where the grapes are grown. But...

I'm really bad when it comes to looking someone in the eye

and telling them the truth about how I feel.

We're both bad at that. But...

I think we both need to change. So, why don't I go first?

You're a really hurtful and reckless person, and

I never want to see you or speak to you again.

Au revoir.

Wait.

Actually,

"au revoir"means "until we see each other again".

So, I'm assuming that you mean

we will in fact

see each other again?

Sorry, bro.

I am impressed with you.

You, too, Marshall. Have you been wearing those all day?

They show off my calves.

Pants story. Tell it again.

Maybe it was good you called Karen.

It definitely was. And not just for me, but for her, too.

Later that night, she sat down with Jerry,

and she had the break-up talk she always avoided with me.

So you see, kids,

sometimes when you have to have a tough conversation,

the best thing to do...

Wait...

a second.

You said you were never gonna talk to Karen again, right?

Then how do you know she took your advice?

Well, about that...

After she broke up with that dude, she called me, we went out, we hooked up,

we've been dating ever since. We're really seeing eye to eye,

it just feels different somehow. Here she comes now. Be cool!