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Hardly late anymore, though, is it? Well, actually... having finished work, gone for a few beers at the early-opening gaybargaybgaybar, come home, drunk more beer and walked the dogs, I think I'm gonna finish my beer, go buy some chips, and go to bed. Goodnight/afternoon/evening/morning/whateverthefuck, people...
Sorry I missed the ruling of the airwaves, bear. Hope all is well. (Cholesterol is the key. Don't let anyone tellya it's bad. Second only to alcohol as a hangover cure. Take it from one who knows.  ) |
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