Besides my regret for not spending enough time with skin cancer prior to this night, I semi-outed several in-the-Narnia-deep-closeted guys, spilled/broke a bottle of jack onto an already dead guy in the backyard, and managed to have amy winehouse tell me “you need to stop”. I’m back.
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