I just paid sixteen mother-fucking dollars for ice. It’s a long, boring story involving a fast-speaking convenience store salesman who must work on commission (our usual guy got robbed last night and he’s in the hospital with a broken arm and a chipped hip). Anyway, I should be cleaning house, but I had to sneak in here and vent… Our guests should start arriving in twenty minutes. Hopefully, now that I’ve gotten it off my chest here at MM.com, I won’t have to bore them with stories of “expensive frozen water” for the rest of the afternoon.
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