Wordsmoker

Last night I attended a work party. As you might imagine, it was peopled with cops and dispatchers. I ate a hamburger, a hotdog, fifteen brownies and a continuous flow of chocolate chip cookies, which has nothing to do with anything, but I feel a peculiar need to disclose my less than tasteful display of gluttony. I also drank a lot, which makes me do and say stupid things. More accurately it enhances my natural propensity to do and say the stupid things. Some Nearly all people find this annoying, but I think it’s one of my more charming traits.

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