The line is three people deep and I’m thinking, ‘Gads, I hope she doesn’t ask me how my night is going. She don’t wanna know.’ I’m up, she asks, I spill.
“I TESTED THE LINKS ALL DAY AND I DIDN’T CHECK THE TEST MESSAGE I GUESS AND FOUR DEAD LINKS WENT OUT TO THREE-HUNDRED-THOUSAND PEOPLE!!!” She chuckles and smiles and says, “So all of this is for you?” “No,” says I. “Big-ass bottle of wine is for me. Beer is for him.” Strangely, I feel a little better.
At Least They're Committed 
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