And here I am again telling you, “Not this time, hombre.”
I was looking forward to speaking to you today, but some savage bastard a dentist ripped a molar out of my head a few days ago, and non-essential talking isn’t a super attractive prospect at the moment.
Besides, I just got my nails did, and I’m not about to fuck them up working dials and microphones and what have you. Please.
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