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Fuck you, I'm not paying.
It's LADIES' NIGHT.
The fuckin' Blood Orange Manhattan and the Sizchuan Mary were fucking fantastic.
The Mary was Absolut Peppar, jalapeno juice, tomato juice and spices, and the Manhattan was bourbon and blood orange bitters with a splash of sweet vermouth. Fuck yes.
ANNNNNNNNNND, I even brought my man home some ice cream from Kilwin's. I am the fucking bomb, baby.
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Here's how life works: you either get to ask for an apology or you get to shoot people. Not both. House
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Originally Posted by Plan9
Just realize that you're armed with smart but heavily outnumbered.
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The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. Ayn Rand
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