Jack Daniel is not my friend.
Kettle One is not my friend.
Patron is not my friend.
Corona is not my friend.
Basically, I'm hungover as shit. I wanted so badly to cancel my 1 pm dentist appointment but I figured it would be best to get it out of the way. I was straight up with the dentist and admitted that the "chilled out" look he complimented me on was really just a massive hangover. He then told me how to cure a hangover, told me where to meet the hottest guys and asked me if I've ever blacked out before. I don't even think he is a real dentist but I love him anyways. After this experience I decided to go to the Burger Joint and drown my troubles in a delcious burger. I still feel horrible. Please help.
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Thats like that time when my gyno told me to drink a few glasses of wine when I got cramps and that it was "really hard to get pregnant" Turns out she was just the lady who cleaned the doctor's office....
and turns out it wasn't that hard to get pregnant...
I like how a nice story about dentists, burgers and a guy named Jack immediately turns into a vagina story. You people make me ill. And by ill I mean rancidly jealous that I'm not with you.
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