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I'm sitting in the basement of Shaman Drum right now (using the only computer in the store without a firewall), waiting for the bus to come, and thinking to myself, "Damn, I wish the people who are at the reception upstairs would leave right now so I can eat delicious leftover wine and cheese and grapes and little things that might be cookies or crackers depending on the preference of the person eathing them."
which reminds me:
Damn, I wish the people who are at the reception upstairs would leave right now so I can eat delicious leftover wine and cheese and grapes and little things that might be cookies or crackers depending on the preference of the person eating them.
it really is too bad that they don't serve wine and fancy cheese on the bus ...
which reminds me:
Damn, I wish the people who are at the reception upstairs would leave right now so I can eat delicious leftover wine and cheese and grapes and little things that might be cookies or crackers depending on the preference of the person eating them.
it really is too bad that they don't serve wine and fancy cheese on the bus ...