Love.

I thought I was having flashbacks there for a moment. I had to put down my beer and my doobie for a second. Then I realised it's not a flashback, I'm just freaking out about how bad this really is.

Oh well, s**t happens sometimes. :beer:

//Edit: I have such a way with words. Sometimes I think I'm a poet.
 
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