What we got here is...failure...to communicate... Some men, you just can't reach. So, ya get what we had here last week, which, is the way he wants. Well, he gets! I don' like it any mo' than you.
I am ashamed to admit that despite not having drawn a sober breath after 5pm for over a week, and few enough sober breaths before noon, I miscalculated and ran out of scotch tonight. All the shops that sell it around here are closed
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And...tonight, your humble LJ'er proved that he is the kind of guy who will risk life and limb riding through a monsoon in the middle of the night, half-blinded by fogged glasses and with a bottle of scotch shoved down his pants, rather than pay $60 for a motel room that lacks internet access and porn channels.