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So, one if you SOBs thinks you are Lamar Cranston. I get a call from wifey that she is ticked that she drove across town to the Post Office just to pick up my *sneer* pipe stuff. I don't remember ordering a tin of the Stokkebye 1957 and CD Old Hollywood. The cleaners were a nice touch: I just doubted myself enough that I ordered something while drinking.
Consider this a threat. Revenge will be mine.
Consider this a threat. Revenge will be mine.