OH yehh??????????????????????? Well...sorry for the hijack but:

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It's 3:47 am in Nowhere, NY and I am dragging a very drunk Manda81 across the empty dance floor by one leg. She is somehow managing to hold a Q of OP in her left hand and is clutching a smoking Pall Mall Silver in her right hand. Jerk chicken is all over the floor, well...we're in NY so it's not JERK chicken it's just kinda chicken in a BAD MOOD.

The bouncer holds the door open. He wants to go home to his wife Millie.

"Ferrrrfffffffffff, you ferfin kalaoaiurdeifurf," Manda slurs at me.

On the floor next to her lays the stuffed deer head that just an hour before had smiled at me. She punched it in the jaw when she found out the engagement ring I brought with me was cubic shale.

As Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" plays on the juke...again...I wonder how the hell I am gonna manage to get her on the plane to Negril. Our flight-which she doesn't know about yet-leaves in two hours from Syracuse...and her passport...well yeh. That's still in Toronto.

FAIL.
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haha