I was just happily cooking him dinner yesterday evening. When he punched the fridge out of frustration, I had a sinking feeling it was over.
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The kicker? He only was concerned for the bar's Facebook page I made, paid for advertisements to grow it up and all the gfx. Oh, and website
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If life hands you lemons, squeeze the lemons in life's eyes and kick him in the crotch. 