Hi, this is your hangover. I know we don't really talk anymore, but I just wanted to say thank you. No, not for that moonshine well liquor you drank 'til the bars closed. And definitely not for those ridiculous pelvic thrusts you did to "Beast of Burden" at the after-party. Seriously, you're too old for that crap. But, no, thanks for that greasy omelet and curly fries this afternoon at Capri. It was exactly what I needed. Now I'm going to stop with all this sentimental nonsense and take a nap. I suggest you do the same.
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