Last night...I became inebriated. Mike waited outside for like an hour for a cab to show up, which never did. That was funny. When I got home I made bacon, eggs, bagels and home fries sliced from the finest Idaho Potatoes, all cooked in unhealthy old grease. It's like 65 degrees outside. I am broke. My car is still leaking gas. I woke up early to
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