Dear Wimpy, I was going to offer a trade. I was thinking a (cheese) hamburger on Monday night for a bourbon and a pass on the ban. Then I woke up. Hello. It's bourbon, neat. No trade, I win.
I'm not waiting 'til Tuesday to sing this song, you're banned...with mint.
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