I overheard a bum talking to a friend this morning at 9:00am. I was on my way into work, he was en route to the soup chicken at a neighboring church.
"I'm still drunk. What the fu*k???"
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Tales of a Cornhusker in the great (cold) state of the Butter Queen, hotdishes, coffee and bars. Life as an event planner creates endless stories worth sharing. Care to listen?
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