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So, I heard this term "weaseling" is also used in dating. Apparently, some people are experts at weaseling out of commitments. You know the type—the ones who promise you the moon and the stars, but when it comes time for a serious relationship talk, they're suddenly experts at disappearing. It's like dating a magician, but instead of pulling rabbits out of hats, they're pulling disappearing acts out of nowhere. "Oh, you thought we were exclusive? Abracadabra, I'm outta here!
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You know, weasels have this reputation for being able to slip out of tight spots. I wish I had weasel skills sometimes, especially when I find myself in awkward situations. Like that moment when someone asks you to do something you really don't want to do. If only I could pull a weasel move and just disappear, leaving my clothes behind like, "Sorry, folks, the weasel has left the building!" But no, we can't do that. We have to come up with elaborate excuses or pretend we have sudden, urgent plans. "Oh, I'd love to help you move this weekend, but you see, my pet weasel is having a spa day, and I promised to be there for emotional support.
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I've been doing some research on weasels, and it turns out they can squeeze through incredibly tight spaces. I wish I had that ability. I struggle just to get through the crowded aisles of a grocery store without knocking over a display of canned soup. Can you imagine if humans had weasel-like flexibility? Traffic jams would be a thing of the past. You'd see people slipping through the smallest gaps between cars like, "Excuse me, coming through! Weaseling my way to work, no big deal.
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You know, I was thinking about the word "weasel" the other day. It's such a strange word, isn't it? I mean, who decided that a small, sneaky animal should be called a weasel? It's like they were describing that one friend we all have who always manages to weasel their way out of paying for dinner. And have you ever tried to picture a weasel in your mind? It's like this furry little creature with a mischievous grin, plotting its next sneaky move. I swear, if we had a mascot for shadiness, it would be a weasel. Maybe we should start calling conniving people "weasels." Imagine that job interview: "I'm sorry, but we've decided to go in a different direction. We found someone with more experience in weaseling their way to the top.
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