"push gormley out a window"
...should have been the title of the imaginary playlist Landry ran through over dinner here as she loaded me up from her iPod with such gems as:
Come Pick Me Up
that, plus our move to vodka from beer is contributing to a melancholy mood. Where's anger when you need it? Fickle thing.
posted by gormley at 9:06 PM
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well if you want to follow the trail back–i cant be blamed for that song. you should blame her. Because you need more reason.....
it wasnt grey goose
and we only had a tiny bit
maybe we just needed more
Listen, if our problems are only that we don't have high-quality enough vodka, we're doing alright...
and we had three cocktails each... when did that become a 'tiny bit'?
when they are in thimbles.
mmm, the only problem with your theory is that our definition of a size of glass varies wildly depending on how rough the day or year has been.
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