Like i promised.

You look tired. Working all day out in it. Well, come in and have a seat. I cleared off a chair for you, the fan is whirring away. I promised you libations, commestibles, a revitalizing tonic or two. I promised you Refreshments. Never reneged before, and i don't plan to start now.

Like i've said so many times, there ain't no morals to these stories at all. The good guys and the bad guys really don't work past noon around here. We can have some fun pretending, or you can chase me with a baseball bat and put me out of my misery. It's not a bottle and there's nothing sour to bite on, but i'll tip this fizzy-fuzzy rum and coke and say cheers. Here's to life.

No? Well you know what they say: you can lead a horse to water....

Kidding. Don't mind me, i really am carefree. What should we listen to tomorrow?

Which one's Pink?

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