I step out for 24 hours to get some paper, play judo and drink some beers, and I come back to idiotic squabbling and Xeb drinking pinot grigio? Even I am loath to admit drinking pinot grigio. I'd admit crying in the tub with a vodka tonic, or going to Olive Garden on purpose, before I admitted that.
You know I kid.
I'm finishing up one of the books I read in hopes of regrowing some of the brain cells I killed in college, while killing a few more finishing the Molson XXXs my parents brought me last month, and watching a crap movie on sci-fi which has Jesus, Vikings and aliens. It sounds like it would be great, but it isn't.
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