Then Lauren put me to work.
I built two new black nightstands.
She made a dish called Hunter's Chicken.
Then I met my Sad On Vacation pals Sam and Andrew at Carol's Pub.
It's a hillbilly bar in Uptown.
Some white trash hoosiers played competent country tunes.
Sam and Andrew got silly.
I got completely shit-faced.
Around 2am I clumbered home.
I was in a talkative mood.
I talked mostly about 1982 Cincinnati Bengals quarterback Ken Anderson.
I was also in a bitative mood.
So I bit Lauren a bunch.
Then I fell off of the bed.
I am officially unemployed!
Verdict: Win
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