Oh, boy. If you'd all heard half the stories that include me and alcohol, I'd be uninvited in a snap. My intoxicated antics range from the depressed to the wild to the bizarre, and I'm not sure you folks'd be able to handle it! Haha!
Oh, boy. If you'd all heard half the stories that include me and alcohol, I'd be uninvited in a snap. My intoxicated antics range from the depressed to the wild to the bizarre, and I'm not sure you folks'd be able to handle it! Haha!
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
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