Arlo Jacob Smith
Things that fell out of my head after vigorous shaking.
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Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Waitress
She said there's bourbon in your coffee.
I said I don't know why it's there.
She said do you drink a lot.
I said I don't know why I'm here.
She smiled and asked if I was done with my eggs.
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