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Russ started off the evening in a less than great mood -- it's January, it's Chicago, it's cold and windy and it makes his ribs ache -- and then Armand and his flamingos showed up.
Fucking world's out to push his buttons tonight, huh?
He's acquired a glass of moonshine and is alternating sips of it with drags on a cig.
Fucking world's out to push his buttons tonight, huh?
He's acquired a glass of moonshine and is alternating sips of it with drags on a cig.