Holy crap, BUSY. Thursday night I went to Joey's work party at the Niakwa Golf and Country Club. It was a high-class wine party, and until everyone had a few glasses of wine with their courses, I felt like I was fucking 12. I'm still in awe that the employees at the club talk like rich, snotty people that you see on TV. mmmmyes. All I have to say
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