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The scene: Thursday morning. A phone call.
H.: (sounding very rough) Yo…Joe?
Me: Hey, H. What’s up? You sound like you had a pretty good time last night.
H.: Too good…you know what I mean?
Me: Yeah.
H.: Did I say something…weird…last night?
Me: Something about a limo, perhaps?
H.: Heh heh heh…limo…I must’a been really drunk. Sorry ’bout that, Joe.
Easy come, easy go.
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As the lyrics say, all is supposed to be merry and bright during the holidays,…
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