Happy hour

For more than a decade I lived for happy hour. What followed wasn’t always so happy. Now I have a new definition of the term. It doesn’t suck:

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And this cookie doesn’t either. Man o man…. If I could paint, I’d have painted that cookie.

Life is so Effin beautiful.

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