The next time Dana calls me at 10:45 p.m. and leads me on to believe we're going to make a quick trip to the casino, you know, to avoid friends wanting us to go the bar, I'm going to realize that I won't get home until 3:45 a.m.
It may be late, but I guess our livers like us tonight.
Oh, and we learned that we might have an acquaintance that we both dislike. My Hyena might be her Dorm Girl. If that's so, this is going to be SO fucked up.
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