I might come. But then again, I might not...of course if beverages were supplied then that could change everything
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Us folk's in the south could "pool" a ride, drink your liqour cabinet dry, and puke in your neighbours flowerbeds. Then ya' can throw us all in a cab, or the back of a police van, and apologize to Christy for the behavior of the guys from the south side of the city...
My weekends are usually as open as my weedays, as I have no real life. Not even in the summer...
