Like your drunk aunt as she sits on your mom’s Naugahyde couch after Thanksgiving dinner the minute after you announce your plans to get a doctorate in Literature. Like the tattooed and mostly toothless CVS checkout girl when your kid has a slight meltdown because you won’t buy them a bag of Pixie Stix (Now with more sugar!) Like the sweaty fat guy that smells like cheap bourbon and fried pork at 9:20 in the morning when you shank a shot into the bunker at the bend of the back nine. You didn’t ask for it but we’re still given it. (Actually, some of you did ask for and for that we thank you.)
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