Excuses, excuses

In which our author thinks his audience gives two shits about WHY the goddamn strip is late.
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In which our author thinks his audience gives two shits about WHY the goddamn strip is late.
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Thursday is Trivia night. We won second place. That's $25 in bar cash. There was drinking. Then, I went to a friend's house and had a Martini. You know that little rhyme about the specific order in which you should consume alcoholic beverages to prevent certain outcomes? It's true. You'd do best to obey it.
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