Scotch o’clock

Today has been a special kind of infuriating, so I’m giving myself the night off. Instead of the regularly scheduled post, here’s me enjoying a glass of Glenlivet 18 Years Of Age single malt scotch.

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Dripping with snark and looking vaguely of a young Patton Oswalt.

Cheers. Tomorrow had better plan on being less awful.

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