Here's the thing: there's a wine bar mere blocks from my office that sells bottles of Cava, a Spanish sparkler, for just $10. That's right, a whole bottle of booze--to drink in a San Francisco establishment, no less--for just ten bucks. You can see the problem here. That's just downright irresistable after a very stressful work day and just before pay day. Goddamn sparkling wine is responsible for my three-star hangover today. That's right: I take absolutely no responsibility for my actions. Fuck it.
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Champagne is for homos. Now Shirley Temples with booze, that's a drink for a classy lady. A classy lady named Jasmine.
If I like dudes, does that make me a homo?
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