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That gas station situation is always driving me fucking nuts.


GG, but you have a puce on yours! But thanks for the sympathy.

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The fact that Mr. Cuozzo doesn't like natural wines... "Making wine the 'natural' way usually yields a clunky product — at their worst, as rough-edged as the eerie, grape-based beverage my paternal grandfather and uncles once made in their Brooklyn back yards and cellars."

and that he thinks "Two Buck Chuck is better than all of the Grand Cru Burgundy in the world, ever."

That says it all....


I don't!

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