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Yes. Happy Saint Patricks' Day. I went out a few nights ago
and went crazy up in Hollywood. So the next day I felt like
hell. And after awhile I stumbled upon a note on my front
door.

Dear Host,

We have had a great time together for as long as I can
remember. We were always throughout thick and thin collectively good, and you must recognize, "I love you".

Regrettably, last night you really hurt me. You went too far and really damaged me. And made it clear to me that I must renounce are being together. Please don't try to track me down because I will be long gone before you awake and
read this.

I love you and always will.

Your Liver

[Edited on Mar 18, 2005 1:44AM]

[Edited on Mar 18, 2005 2:03AM]

I avoid amateur's night at all cost. The other 364 is the shit everyone is afraid of.
Good work!
Now go have a shot of Patron for me and I will drink some Jim Beam for you. It's shot-o-clock.