You're a monster. A slavedriver. Some of us have been drinking and partying for two straight days already. And we've already had two nights of fireworks. No, tonight I put the kids to bed and hid out. Tomorrow is a school day (well, actually it isn't, but it is a work day, and the idiom is what it is), and I can't drink anymore. My poor, pink, fluffy liver isn't used to this sort of rough handling.
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