Courtney and I go into a resturant tonight. We get our food, and the girl behind the counter asks what we want to drink. Courtney gets a soda, and I politely ask for a beer. "Hold on," the girl behind the counter says. "It's Sunday," another lady says. I give them a blank look for a second, then I realized what that meant. I can't get a
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