smartblonde:
yes, bartender…i’d like a glass of your finest calico please.
Smartblonde, when I bust out of here and run squealing to the nearest shelter it’s going to be YOUR FAULT.

smartblonde:

yes, bartender…i’d like a glass of your finest calico please.

Smartblonde, when I bust out of here and run squealing to the nearest shelter it’s going to be YOUR FAULT.

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