Seeing as how I'm in such an expansive mood, I was wondering how you eighty or so followers would feel like getting together right here in my living room this evening? I mean, no pressure, I'm making Pizza anyway, so an extra 80 of you wouldn't be overmuch. (And you can't smell it yet, but there's even a hint of Hermès, the brand of men's, uh . . .
perfume so ridiculous you have to reacquaintify yourself with, I believe the game's name is
Twister in order to actually type it . . . .
Just as long as you realize that Brigitte's bathroom is off limits, mine in the only good one, and no, you can not take a bath, and if you don't bring your own wine, Balzac is a trusted friend that will deliver you to the ambulance with infinite compassion, then a good time should be had by all.
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