of when my husband and I broke up.
God bless all you loverly people who fed me and offered me booze when I was sad.
Mind you, just because I'm not sad lately doesn't mean you can't feed me and give me booze. If you feel like spoiling me, well refusing you would just be plain rude.
I'm just sayin...
(erm, visit Scary Go Round. Please don't sue me, John Allison.)
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