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EDITOR'S NOTE: *sighs* Well I'm obviously going to have to step in here because, well, to put it bluntly, the bloggerella is in no condition to be writing anything other than martini recipes right now. Friday nights are usually rather jolly on account of she might tack an extra buck or two onto my paycheque so I can afford bus fare outta here, but not tonight. Ho-ho-ho-o-o-o, not tonight! Tonight she's ... how do I put this delicately? She's drunk. Blotto. Absolutely shithammered.
MY NOTE: *bolts upright, sloshes Henckell Trocken hither and yon* I'm not durnk, I'm on my period!!!
EDITOR'S NOTE: Oh come now, you're a little too old for ...
MY NOTE: *THWACK!!!* I am too old for nothing, you pathetic cringing moron man-baby, you! NOTHING! *leans back, resumes singing Sometimes When We Touch*
EDITOR'S NOTE: *sighs* I wish I didn't love her.