Jesus is the reason for the drinkin'.
But what I really want to know, oh soused one, is now that your War-fightin' Boy Toy has decided to listen in to phone conversations -- especially between you and your non-expats -- how much you love the Chimperor Disgustus now?
You've been incredibly awol.
But there are a lot of open bars this time of year, so I may have been expecting too much.
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