Frankly, you and I didn't get nearly enough cuddle time at the bash. The funny thing is I can't hold Yammer and his drool bib responsible. Death gave me the key to his secret attic lair so we'll rendezvous there in a couple weeks. Toodles!
I want you to induce a hobo to vomit in a bag and then hit me over the head with the bag, and then bring me to the hospital for some hep shots, all while you recite your own naughty version of the Hippocratic Oath.
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