TFIF, Shakers! Belly up to the bar and name your poison.
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Oh what to drink!
What, I’m the first one here?
Where is that damn bartender?
What’ll ya have, txrad?!
Let me guess, something in the blue agave region? 🙂
Yes JackGoff, What ever’s on special tonight.
And, uhh, what arer we supposed to be nostalgic about? Barney is a hapless pooch, and I feel sorry for him, I grant, but he’s not something I’m nostalgic about. 😉
What ever’s on special tonight.
Oh, it’s all special! 🙂
I’ll have the strongest thing ya got, please.
Shit, a typo!
I’ll pass on the ‘scopy, but will gladly have a… how ’bout a nice porter to start off?
The martinis around here run in the stupidly drunkifying range, if that is your pleasure…
One colonoscopy please, easy on the bullshit. And make it snappy, I’m going out for some dinner. 🙂
Miranda wants some agave juice.
Pour me a Kona’s Beard Stroke Stout in a TALL glass while I’m working on my very complex pussy blog. txrad and JackGoff seem to be keeping the pub under control until I return.
Gross, NameChanged! 😆
Fruit of agave, coming right up!
I’ll have five.
When the sign on the bar says “free colonoscopies,” I am NOT asking for the special. Just sayin’.
I’m feeling happy … it was a pretty damn good week, and I don’t get many of those. So I’m going out to have a real drink or two. Have fun y’all!
Nuke a gay whale for Christ!
Kona’s Beard Stroke Stout is a delicacy, are you sure you can afford it, Kona? Oh, wait. You own the company…
Five little martinis, all in a row, Miranda!
And give me some of that A-juice too.
And spank your nearest feminist, for randyson!
Already there, txrad!
Sorry, I’ll have some of that F of A juice.
Thanks, JackGoff. I needed that (the martinis, not the nearest e-hand on my e-bottom).
“What a day!”,she says, flinging herself into a booth.
My husband had surgery this morning at 6 am. I’ve been up since yesterday,lol.
I think I’ll have the coldest beer you can find.
that was gross, but relevant. I’m off for dinner. If randyson stops by, give him a beating…er, I mean a Christian Domestic Dominance correction. Thanks 🙂
Well, I call tequila the “fruit of agave” to be poetic about it. Do they make actual F of A juice? Is there an agave fruit? If so, cool!
I’ll have a double Oban, and keep ’em comin’
E-beer’s always cold! We’ve got infinite energy!
And you’re welcome, Miranda, but surely you understand that this feminism thing has gotten out of hand. It’s of the Devil, you know. 😆
I’m totally waiting for Harry Potter in the morning. That FedEx guy better get here quick, else there shall be repercussions.
Oban? Never heard of it, but luckily, it appears that Melissa has.
Homebrewed dunkel-weissen hee.
Those martinis sound good.
Then the colonoscopy. I’ll put Konagod in charge of my family while JackGoff sticks the tube up my ass.
Ok folks,I thought I could stay awake and hang out,but it ain’t happenin’. Have fun and stuff.
More Friday pussy than you can shake a stick at. Whew, glad that’s done!
Anybody see Hairspray yet?
Always a fan of the pussy, kona, thank you.
And your BSA is all ready and foamy.
Stephen, I think we need to get to know each other better first. 😛
That’s my beard you’re stroking, ya know….
Hand me one of those, that porter must have had a crack in the bottle, it’s already gone!
[hands out BSA aplenty]
Nuke a gay whale for Christ!
Angelos! Glad you could join the party so… early.
I swore I wasn’t going to, but they promoted it so darn heavily during So You Think You Can Dance.
It wasn’t bad.
The line was a lot longer for Harry Potter.
Travolta is a disappointment.
Tracy’s hair isn’t big enough.
Amanda Bynes steals the show. She’s positively perfect as Penny Pingleton.
I’m feelin funny.
Thanks for the Oban. It did the trick. Go sleepy now. Woot off took all my sleepz last night.
And I’m ready for a refill on my KBSS. I’m gonna have to find out if those radio station call letters are taken. I need it for my marketing plan. Hey PortlyDyke, are you paying attention? And are you working on that fuckin’ label? We’re gonna need to move fast so get those big tits swingin.
Did I just fall outa my chair?
txrad just got that stupid ass message again about “posting too fast. slow down.”
Neither of us accommodate such derision lightly. Shit is gonna get broken if it don’t stop! 🙂
Hey, anangryoldbroad, my best to your husband.
Also, since anangryoldbroad has apparently left the premises, I’ll just get that cold beer out of everyone’s way…
*peers into mug*
Nope, it’s gone. Hey Jack, set a girl up, would you?
That’s my beard you’re stroking, ya know….
Yeah Phydeaux. I know. I know. Inspiration is 2/10ths of genius.
Hey Jack, set a girl up, would you?
I’d love to. 🙂
The BSS sure is flowing tonight! I hope someone is paying for all of this! 😉
I’ll order a colonoscopy jus’ fer fun — hold the butt-exploration, just give me the conscious sedation!
Well, PD, we are a pub! Liquid sedation, coming right up!
I’ll pay for the beard-strokers. BTW — Phyd and kona — I’m still workin’ on the label. I haven’t found the absolutely perfect fairy to photo-shop into Phydeaux’s profile pic in the stroking position yet.
Actually, kona, it’s 1/100th. But hey, let’s drink to make up for the other 19/100ths!
I noticed last week that ‘Liss showed up quite a bit since I wasn’t here. Do you think it’s cuz of the crush thing? 😳
Ale please. dark is good …I’ll pass on the scopy thankew …we don’t know where that thing has been …
Oh — Jack — you really have to teach me that chair-spinning maneuver. I’m a total mark when it comes to trolls.
It is fun, and I normally say “Wheeeeeee!” while I’m doing it. 🙂
I’ll be in and out tonight. And after I’m done with the wife, I’ll comment some more.
Just polished off some left-over lasagna while waiting for our pizza delivery. Yeah, it’s going to be a good night.
Jack, I think that should replace your pussy profile pic — a gif of man in chair, spinning, saying “Wheeeee!”
Well, amish, I guess you could say, more accurately, that you DO know where it’s been.
And since Jack seems to be neglecting the bar, here’s a Roasty Toasty Troll’s Blood Ale for Amish.
Angelos — take some enzymes with that?
I was just looking for an animated gif of a guy in a spinning chair, like this one, but I can’t edit it in Photoshop, alas, to say “Wheee!” [hangs head in shame]
Oooo, good choice on the RTTBA, though. It’s tasty! 🙂
More accurately, yes, I Do Know …hence my hesitation …
Lovely Ale that, thanks …would that be rockerfeller, with a dash of white lightnin’?
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Just a glass of wine for me, please. Thanks!
I’ll see what I can do with that, Jack. Frame by frame reduction shouldn’t be too hard. Of course *ahem* it will have to take a back seat to the KBSS label. *ahem*
I saw “Hairspray” today and was reminded of my age. Bless you, Travolta, but damn.
Cold chenin blanc, please.
Red or white, Rebecca?
“would that be rockerfeller, with a dash of white lightnin’?”
Dash of white lightnin’?! Hell, we just dumped it all in there, without thought for measuring. 😆
I can only stay for a quick one tonight. I have kitties to attend to.
Jack, may I please have a T&T, extra lime?
Oh, and thanks, PD! No worries. I couldn’t seem to split up the layers so I could edit frame-by-frame, but maybe you’ll have luck with it.
Chenin blanc it is, Susan!
I’m kind of celebrating. Two of the four tee shirt ideas that Joy Nash liked over at Red No. 3 are mine.
There is no substitute…..
Oh, I thought I’d let you all know — I only use LOL when I am actually LOL-ling, because the smiley-face intervention scared the be-jesus out of me.
Jacq just sent me 3 kitty photos. I’m drunk and I had to resize them, and upload them to photobucket and then put them on my blog. But it was fuckin’ worth it.
FRIDAY PUSSY BLOGS rule!!!!
I love your pussy, kona. Really, I mean that. It’s not just the sedation talking.
txrad says kd lang has a “pants wetting” vibratto.
Portly, I’ll help you with your brew and your beard, but I can’t watch nothin’ right now. I’ll check it out in the morning when I come to see what the fuck shit I wrote tonight.
I need to put on some different music to fit my obscure mood.
…when I’m actually LOL-ling ..
I am honored …..
I’m playing some loverly Miles Davis at the moment, but I believe the wonderful k.d. is somewhere in queue….
I put on “dear prudence” and then txrad asked, ” can I do another shot?”
I said one more. And he said “it’s probably not a good idea.”
And I said, “probably not.”
But it needs to be drunk.
And we should probably smoke something before we drink.
And he said, “we already did smoke.”
Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play?
Oh, scheisse. I have it on good authority that it’s “Boo Time”. You know what that means. Trim the tread, go troglodyte
Well, it’s not forbidden to be what you are.
Dip into that great big cookie jar.
One thing I always pay attention to is how some people come into this thing and comment once or twice, lay their bait, and leave.
I’m not naming names, but … Angelos, where did you fucking go?
You do realize of course, that all you’re doing is making the rest of us look like fools.
txrad just came screaming into my office space saying “Jack and Meg are very precise.”
I said “tell it to Toast.”
Angelos, where did you fucking go?
I think he went fucking…
Is anyone else having funkiness with the refresh on comments for the pub?
it’s done makin’ it ain’t done bakin’
and don’t touch my cock.
(that last sentence is something private that’s going on over here at the kona ranch with my cock cutout in wood that my dad made in the 70s)
txrad was standing on a chair trying to touch it. And now he’s playing jazz. I need to get a grip and put a stop to this nonsensical bullshit.
New music forthcoming. And there will be no fuckin brass.
I think I need to post a photo of my cock just so there is no confusion. You get all kinds of trolls in here and they are easily confused, god help ’em.
Kona, is that toilet really tiny or is ‘Tater’ a rather large pussy? (..not that there is anything wrong about that…)
And there will be no fuckin brass.
Well, boo to that.
JackGoff You any of those ice cold Buds from a couple weeks ago? Hate to make dig that deep in the cooler but I’ms thirsty
Barkeep, you still around? I need about 10 more martinis. This has not been a good week for me: kicked out, my uncle died, and now I just found out that my high school basketball coach was shot and killed by her boyfriend (a fellow teacher). Ugh.
If not straight Patron will do
Go ahead kona, won’t take up more than 2 or 3 kb.
Sending kisses to everyone (and a hug for Miranda) — it’s that time on Friday night again, and I have to go warp some minds.
May be back after class.
Um…hello. It’s pretty fucking hot here. May I have a big bottle of absinthe and a straw?
I think the sugar and ice water would be a waste of valuable time. Please? Just a full bottle and a straw.
the 10 Martinis are on my tab
JackGoff You any of those ice cold Buds from a couple weeks ago?
Like, fer sure…if you’re okay with the ribbing you’re going to get. 😉
And Virtual absinthe is a necessity, spyderkl. Straws are by the jukebox.
Kisses and lovey lovey lovey, PD!
for all mel brooks fans this coud be the greatest thing since Spamalot http://www.montypythonsspamalot.com/yahoo/broadway/ (not brooks but a great show)
me to txrad “what do you mean I don’t need any? You were lightin’ it earlier.”
the trumpets have hit home. Bingo.
I’m used to the abuse for drinking a shitty american piss beer 🙂
Whoops, Miranda! I forgot…
It is the policy of this bar to not overserve and yada yada yada.
HA! I’m just joshin! [10 martinis, all with olives]
Guilty as charged. Feeding the young ‘uns don’t you know. Also self-medicating with some lemon-pepper dark chocolate while I wait for it to be time for a non-virtual beer.
Nice pussy, Kona. And dayum but that’s one clean toilet.
This has not been a good week for me: kicked out, my uncle died, and now I just found out that my high school basketball coach was shot and killed by her boyfriend (a fellow teacher).
Um. Sorry for my flippant comment, Miranda. Hugs and my condolences.
*sigh* I can’t believe this. My husband and baby girl are playing hide-and-seek up here. I can see the heat waves coming off the walls, and they’re playing hide and seek.
I really need a drink now.
Thank you, Jack.
“Just cause it says Bud on the car, don’t mean I got Bud in the car …!
Jack, give the mutant desert guy a ice cold Bud, he looks dusty …
what does it mean when it says “You’re comment is awaiting moderation”?
Just trying tp clue people into Young Frankenstien the Musical
What a shit day. Jolted out of bed at 4:42 a.m. by an earthquake practically underneath my apartment and then get to the ferry terminal to find that the juvenile seagull I was trying to rescue (its feet were tangled in fishing line) didn’t make it.
Can I get an Irish Breakfast, please? (That’s Guinness a shot of espresso, if you’re unfamiliar…)
Hugs to Miranda and happy healthy healing thoughts to angryoldbroad’s hubby.
I’ll tell you something REALLY funny when I come back from pissing away my first two beers.
HEY BARKEEP, another Beard Stroke Stout please.
Amish I LOVE that commercial
And Dale Jr is my driver this year (yes I’m losing a lot of money lol)
pidomon, it doesn’t like more than one URL per post. A real pain in the ass for Virtual Bar when we get on our music kicks.
I’m guessing not a lot of NASCAR fans here lol
PD ..warp factor 11 …seeya..
thanks Angelos I’ll try to post this URL one more time
Young Frankenstein as a nusical BRILLIANT! (maybe i should lose the bud and got to guin….NAH)
Let your pussy so shine on this earth that you don’t know jazz from rock and roll.
Ella could do some of that, you know.
It’s gonna be rainin’ outdoors.
Kona, I think you’ve had enough. I’m pulling the plug, buddy.
Take me to Vegas whicha when ya go.
I kind of feel insulted…
Irish breakfast coming up!
Although, I will say, there’s also a shot of Jameson and a cup of coffee.
Ooops, that was in response to Vicster.
You got it Kona
And since you brought up pussy
(yes I’m not very sophisticated)
warp factor 11
BUT THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE, ZOMG!
Warp me another Stout over thisaway!
Scotty disabled the transwarp
[transwarps a BSS to the bearded one]
So I went to the Young Fra-h-nkenstein site, clicked on enter and… nada.
Fiona just showed up and I’m gonna smoke a cigarette now. Because I feel like I just came.
I met a woman today at work who has 160 acres north of Taos and one of those hippie domes for a commune.
Shit. I’m a Sullen Girl now.
Jack, would you bag a couple of those Roasty Toastey Troll’s Blood Ale for me ; I have to throw myself under a truck early Saturday Morning …
Thanks, Night All ..been Grand…
ok, tried again and it’s there….
JackGoff, I insulted you??? Sorry.
Oh no, I quoted the “if you’re unfamiliar” part. I was joking. Sorry. 🙂
Don’t bust my head up against yours boy, get outta my way.
[hands Amish a bag of troll blood goodies]
Vicster, I saved you. Nothing implied, nothing promised. OK?
But get back into my dirty game in about a week or so, and we’ll see what’s going on.
I have to throw myself under a truck early Saturday Morning …
I sincerely hope this was snark. 😦
Crank it to 11 Scotty …..?
I think he mean he needs to fix one?
You have to click on the “Buy Tickets” and it gives you some info like
With such memorable tunes as “The Transylvania Mania,” “He Vas My Boyfriend” and “Puttin’ On The Ritz,” The New MEL BROOKS Musical YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN is scientifically-proven, monstrously good entertainment…and the only place you’ll witness a singing and dancing laboratory experiment in the largest tuxedo ever made.
Oh, that makes sense. I’m just a bit sensitive about suicide, for my own reasons, and I read too much into some things.
me to my old dying cat:
you’ll come back as a man and you can eat PIZZA!
……fix one …
Headers and a pair of Cherry Bombs for the pickup …..footprintish, sorta ..and sounds good while doin’ it …
And did the cat/man come back and eat the pizza? just curious
Where am I? The A train dropped me off here and I have no idea where I am. But my wallet is full.
Anyhoo, I was just listening to the slutiest black woman known to mankind:
“From a Whisper to a Scream” will make you do just that.
Harlem has such southern skies.
I’ve got a 6:54 tee time. WTF was I thinking!?!?!
Yes, golf is fun, but why the hell am I setting my alarm for 5:15 on a Saturday?
OH NO! One of the loveys is dying?!
My tee time is 7:50 sunday I feel your pain (and they dont start serving until 8 DAMN THESE HARFORD COUNTY LAWS)
WTF was I thinking!?!?!
golf is fun
There’s your problem. 🙂
Been a weird day. Met a couple named Brad and Janet, now can’t get that damnable song and dance out of my head (OOOHHH Braa-aad, I’m mad!), my dog ate two of the neighbor’s chickens, spent part of my morning teaching a summer camp baking class, and now we’re getting strange codey symbols coming through the satellite dish. There still any of that PDA left hereabouts? If so, I’ll take a large, cold one with a tequila floater and a wedge of lime. Mama needs to be sedated in the worst way.
Golf is fun with the right bunch of drunks!:)
Yes, golf is fun, but why the hell am I setting my alarm for 5:15 on a Saturday?
5:15? Ow! Are you sure golf is that much fun?
I’m a hyper-competitive jock. I’d probably set my alarm for tiddlywinks, if there was cash, pro-shop credit, and bragging rights on the line.
There still any of that PDA left hereabouts?
The PortlyDyke Ale is always in stock. [hands mamajane a cold one] 🙂
Oh, and…Dammit, Janet!
Golf is fun with the right bunch of drunks!:)
At 7 AM?! Croaky dokey. 😉
Aw, shit. My little one has decided that no, she’s not ready to go to sleep all by herself.
Night, youse guys.
I’m a hyper competitve drinker.
Barb at the golf course knows she can not send me to the first tee without a beer in my hand (probably why i’m a 28 handicap lol)
I’m a hyper competitve drinker.
I’ll kick your ass ten ways from Sunday.
And no, I don’t know what that means, but I’ll do it anyway.
Thanks Jack, the frothy adult beverage is much needed. ‘Fraid my belly to the bar has been cut short by needy children and dogs. Unfortunately the authorities seem to think that you have to feed them and stuff, frown upon those who fail to do so…
Do you carry a cooler of beers with you on the course? Because otherwise, I’m skeptical
Heya everyone…did my bike ride, got my butt kicked Wii-style by a 9-year-old…then, frustrated at the loss, put the various kids in their various beds, read to a couple of them out of a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure book, kissed them g’night, and then sat down and read all these comments – best wishes to the angryoldbroad; condolences to Miranda – then started to compose this ridiculously long, run-on-sentence.
And I need a drink, a virtual one because I’m not drinking meatspace-side due to self-imposed dietary restrictions. I’ve heard too much crap this week, too many things that simeultaneously frighten and piss me off. That, combined with all the normal things that happen, has me just plain worn me out.
Thank God or Whatever for inventing the jacuzzi. And vodka, even ‘tho I can’t have any for real. Damn.
I hope y’all are doing well, and apologies for stumbling in here and blowing off a bit of steam…Now where’s that drink? What drink?
I dunno. Suprise me…but no cement mixers, please.
I tether the beer girls cart to mine so she is always 5 feet from me!
A beer or a putter in my hand is my motto
I leave you all with Find Your Grail from SPAMALOT
Click it TRUST ME (says the drunk guy)
Have a blessed evening all.
Angelos good luck on the course tomorrow very early in the morning
Pidomon OUT (got to pack for San Deigo this weekend)
or for some country
(Now I’m reallb out I mean it)
Now where’s that drink? What drink?
How’s a Vodka Tonic sound? Or…ooooo…a nice White Russian?
In honor of the Harry Potter book release, I’ll have Pumpkin Juice.
Lots and lots of anything. I got laid off yesterday. One day after my 27th birthday. Bloody hell.
Sorry about that, stepped outside to look at the clear sky, no clouds, and the temperature dropping, dropping into the 50’s tonight. Half moon, ‘tho I don’t know whether it’s waxing or waning and I’m kicking myself because I used to pay attention to such things. Like music.
Vodka Tonic would be nice, thanks. The cream-ish drinks don’t sound too appealing at the moment.
Early morning golf is a wonderful thing, as long as you can keep your feet somewhat dry, which is hard to do if you forget your socks or are basically living in two different places, as I’m doing now. Some weeks we play ‘nine before nine’ at a few courses that aren’t too far from the office. My manager doesn’t care, largely due to the fact that he’s the one arranging the tee time. I’m lousy at golf, but it’s a helluva way to spend a morning.
I’m trying to think of a way to make a humorous comment that links the earlier post on CDD to having to click the Submit button, but I got nothin’…
[Clicks Submit anyway. Don’t we all?]
Hi all, I’m back. Anyone left?
correction: ‘…forget your extra socks because you are basically…’
I’m fried, but not in a good way. Still, better than RayCeeYa…Sorry, that redlines the Suckometer.
Now I’ll retreat back down memory lane, a little over two weeks ago when I was at that Bob Dylan concert. My buddy, for whom the concert was more of a pilgrimmage, said he sounded good, which was a wonderful statement of one’s perspective. The concert was good, although I didn’t get the new album. I bought a black Dylan t-shirt, however.
RayCeeYa — so sorry about the J.O.B. The only comfort I can offer is that every single person I’ve ever known who got laid off has ultimately ended up in a better position. I send a toast that this may be so for you!
Thanks PD. At least I’m going to get a good reference from them.
Ok, I’m back. Been fighting with Althouse and some conservative homobigots. What’s I miss?
Aww, RayCeeYa, drinks aplenty are on me. Whatever you want!
I keep telling myself that its just a job and I’ll find another one. But I honestly don’t take things like this well. I’m anorexic so when I’m depressed I tend to starve myself. I should be able to handle this OK, I’ve really been getting better at this, but more than once I’ve woken up in a hospital bed with an IV in my arm.
Ah hell, I don’t mean to bring you all down but I have to tell someone.
Is this place still open?
As open as any virtual bar gets, PS! What’ll ya have?
My 1/2 Russian 1/8 Scots, 1/8 English, 1/16 Swiss, 1/16 French, 1/16 Blackfoot, 1/16 1/16 Cherokee ass needs a 1/1 Stout!
(can you guess which thread I just got through reading?)
…or maybe not, since I put an extra 1/16th in there!
No one said you Cherokees were good at math.
Whoa! Hang on a sec….
Hi all — I wandered away, too. Thanks, Jack, for the gentle reminder on the “stern lecture” post. You’re so sweet to me.
Hi Phyd, RaySeeYa!
Ok, I can deal now. [hands PS a stout]
Too many fractions, even for this mathematician.
Give me a Roasty Toasty Troll Blood, in a dirty glass, please.
Hey Angelos — sorry ’bout your golf date. It’s raining here, too.
‘Allo, ‘Allo, PD! (ya dang pinkie) 🙂
You’re so sweet to me.
‘Twas nothing. 🙂
RTTBA, comin’ right up!
Ahh well, I’m about to head out to a real pub for a few greyhounds and hopefully a sympathetic ear or two. I find when I feel like shit being around people helps me take my mind off my troubles.
Pinkie’s m’name — don’t wear it out. 😉
or just a coincidence?
I don’t know what you’re talking about PD, but I’m playing tomorrow!
Who was that woman I saw you with last night?
Drink well, and worry not, RCY — I see bright things in your future — after all, you just figured out my code name. Clever tad.
Actually, i was referrin’ to the li’l finger. I would never call PD a communisto – unless she’s inta that sorta thing.
Be well, RayCeeYa!
Sorry Angelos — It was pidomon, I think — glad you get to play.
PS, you got something against commies? Because we do have good intentions in the end. (don’t bother answering that it’s rhetorical) 😉
Any way g-night all. I got a little hole in the wall pub that’s fairly nice until until all the refuse from the other bars shows up.
Well, good folk, it’s getting late here on the east coast. I do believe it’s time to toddle off to the sleeping shelf.
Have wonderful nights, all!
‘Night Phydeaux — Sleep well, and dream of large women.
Okay, I’m actually going to have to get some rest for tomorrow. Harry Potter arrives at 10:30, and ain’t no way I’m missing it! Love to all of you!
It’s not so late here, but I have a hankering to go into a photoshop frenzy and finish my label project, then add “wheeee!” to jack’s chair, so I will bid you all adieu as well.
/*draining Troll Blood*/
Sleep well, and dream of large women.
Hey, dumb hunch time: were any Portland Shakers playing poker on the West Si(ee)de Thursday night?
Thanks for the support, all. Apologies for unloading on you. I’d just gotten the news about my coach right as I’d logged on.
So, how is everyone?
best post and geez can we love it
I noticed last week that ‘Liss showed up quite a bit since I wasn’t here. Do you think it’s cuz of the crush thing?
LOL! I wasn’t around last night because I was tired. as. fuck. and fell asleep on my chaise like a loser at a pathetically early hour almost immediately after my dinner. 😉
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