yesterday i went on an inadvertent bar crawl in east atlanta (graveyard, cantina la casita, the earl.) we laughed almost to the point of crying when we put 'damage inc' on the jukebox at la casita and the baby we had been fawning over (with its hair growing into a seeming mohawk) picked up a knife. that's what two pitchers of margarita will do, i
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