I had a dream last night that I was getting mugged and the mugger twisted my arm pretty damn hard. Woke up in the morning and that arm was really, I mean really, sore.
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My dear girl, there are some things that just aren’t done. Such as, drinking Dom Perignon ’53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s just as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs.
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