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Originally posted by bold_n_brazen
I'm sorry, Wonk. You've been replaced on my crush list with ironweed. And besides, you don't get along so nicely with TM or Fringey.
Oh, and by the way, Sebby... I meant to invite you. But lay off the bourbon until after noon, okay?
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Well fine then. If I win $220 million in the Illinois lottery I won't take you to Italy with me. I'll have to take someone else with me when I tour the cellars of Castello Banfi for the perfect barbaresco to serve with my osso buco.
Fickle, mean lady.
