I'm still in a mood like a Magritte painting, so the weekend could involve anything from spontaneous tap dance numbers to hucking grenades at watermelons, all overlaid with a threat of random drunkenness. If any of y'all bitches need me, I will be out charming old men and alcoholics. Just look for me in bars. Or gutters.
Or, heck, right behind you.
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