Alex has made me sad.
First, my dreams of his sister were dashed.
Second, now he's calling me a heckler.
I can almost feel the warm sting of his internet feces hitting my face as he flings it from his cage.
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Yeah, I really need a beer. I should pick some up tomorrow on the way home from work. I find out tomorrow how my boss thought that I did last year, which is a good indicator of if I'm going to get a good raise or not. I might need more than one beer tomorrow...