Addison Bing had been living in the city for a long time. She, her friends, and brother usually hung out at a small coffee house. But when a run away bride runs in their lives change forever. At the same time somebody in the group develops a crush o...
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"Ooh! Look! Look! Look! Look, there's Joey's picture!" Rachel pointed to the program. "This is so exciting!"
The group was at one of Joeys shows.
"Huh, that's a good picture." Addison admired and turned to the rest of the group with a worried look.
"You can always spot someone who's never seen one of his plays before. Notice, no fear, no sense of impending doom..." Chandler mumbled, away from Rachel.
"The exclamation point in the title scares me." Phoebe commented. "Y'know, it's not just Freud, it's Freud!"
The lights then dim.
"Oh, shhh, shh. Magic is about to happen." Ross whispered.
The lights go up on the stage and Joey is sitting in a chair with a woman who is laying in a chair.
"Vell, Eva, ve've done some excellent vork here, and I vould have to say, your pwoblem is qviiite clear." Joey spoke in a very bad German accent.
Joey then jumped up and went into a song and dance number.
"All you want is a dingle, What you envy's a schwang, A thing through which you can tinkle, Or play with, or simply let hang..." as Joey sang the group could see Rachel's smile turn into laughter.
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After an hour of a absolute awful show. It finally ended, the group gave them a standing ovation and once the cast left they all sat down with groans.
"Thank god." Addison sighed, and leaned her head back.
"God. I feel violated." Rachel scrunched her face.
"Did anybody else feel they just wanted to peel the skin off their body, to have something else to do?" Monica mentioned.
"Ross, ten o'clock." Chandler mumbled.
"Is it? Feels like two." Ross groaned.
"No, ten o'clock." Chandler repeated nudging him.
"What?"
Chandler sighed. "There's a beautiful woman at eight, nine, ten o'clock!" He yelled softly.
"Oh. Hel-lo!" Ross smirked.
"She's amazing! She makes the women that I dream about look like short, fat, bald men!" Chandler admired the beautiful woman.
