Remember your friend’s wedding? Of course you don’t. You drank so much that the bartender started pre-mixing your cocktail as soon as he spied your lumbering carcass weaving vaguely forward on its umpteenth trip back to Plasterville. That night may be a haze, but you’ve never forgotten the consequences: that person that you slept with — the [...]
July 31, 2010
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