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| Mom just IM-ed me. She wanted to know if you were ok. You were still passed out from your Super Bowl party adventure when she went to work. | |
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| Well if she's asking I must not have pissed her off too much when I was drunk. | |
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| No you didn't. She thought you were pretty funny, pleasant and very accomodating. | |
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| Ok....what did I promise her? | |
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| Four hours, next Saturday. Pier 1. Shopping for candles and little wicker Potpurri baskets. | |
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| Yep. It's offcial. Now would be a good time to throw up, masterbate and and leg it to Cleveland. In that order. | |
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