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| You gotta be fucking kidding me! |
Dear Co-Guests of the hotel I am staying at,
Yes, it was I who took all of the ice out of the machine on
the 2nd floor as well as all of the ice out of the machine on the 3rd
floor.
I am; however, not claiming, nor am I accepting responsibility
for the ice machine being out of order on the first floor. It was like that upon my arrival.
You see, I blame my mother {that’s who we’re supposed to
blame…right?} for my ice addiction. She
never served us a drink without ice.
Hell, she even put ice in the water bowls set out for our dogs and cats.
Please know that I have sent out a heartfelt plea to my
friends in Kansas City to send ice.
Apparently, KC has a shit ton of the stuff and they’d like to get rid of
it.
So, sit back. Relax. Help is on the way.
In the meantime, please remember to slam your beers before
they get warm.
Love,
V.
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