Grey Goose, good; hangovers, bad. Let me say that again, hangovers suck! But what sucks even more is Rey prematurely waking me up because “he wants his breakfast”. I feel like I woke up in 1955 as a married house wife. Joke's on him though, because I only made myself toast and now I’m blogging.
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