Cobain and I call this perfect harborside bar 'The Office', so we had to baptize tyrann-e - after a Zinger, of course. A shit-ton of important bitching and plotting gets done here. Annnd, there's been plenty of both lately. I've whined about this many a time before, but I'll say it again: what a small fucking island of high schoolness. Lordy oh lordy. Let me tell you who has been spotted canoodling with so-and-so, so read carefully:
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