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At the laundromat this morning, waiting for the cover for my sofa to dry.

“Well, do you know? Do you know? I’m responsible for shutting that place down! That bar was drugging people and I figured it out! I went in there, and I know my tolerance, because I drank a bottle of Skyy vodka before, so I know my tolerance. And after just two shots I passed out. You know what that means, right? I was drugged! Drugged!” Uh, yeah, that’s the logical conclusion.