Thanks... thanks for the vodka... thanks for the bubbly (no) thanks for Jameson. And thanks-fucking-giving for the thanksgiving dinner. We had one hell of a dinner (finally) on a Friday after work and clients. I made all the fixings and we poured out the bubbly and wine. And shots. And I learned: that I can stop it on command. Though apparently a pen doesn't compare to the size of..
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