We were hosting the party, and I’m technically a flunky, so I had to be all politic and stuff. Smile. Nod. Smile. Nod. To make matters worse, since I’ve got those funky genes that make me flush at the first touch of alcohol, I could’nt even drink to drown out the pain. Doing a boiled-lobster impersonation just ain't kosher.
And the singing was truly truly awful. Fingers-on-chalkboard awful. My hair was standing on end, my spine was crawling and my testicles were trying to crawl up my throat.
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We were hosting the party, and I’m technically a flunky, so I had to be all politic and stuff. Smile. Nod. Smile. Nod. To make matters worse, since I’ve got those funky genes that make me flush at the first touch of alcohol, I could’nt even drink to drown out the pain. Doing a boiled-lobster impersonation just ain't kosher.
And the singing was truly truly awful. Fingers-on-chalkboard awful. My hair was standing on end, my spine was crawling and my testicles were trying to crawl up my throat.
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*runs away screaming, hands covering ears*
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