Wednesday night at 7pm sharp, my cell phone rang. It was Seth. "Battjer, look out your window, we're heeeeeeeeeeere." I pulled back my bedroom curtain and instantly shuddered. After rhetorically asking myself countless times "What kind of douchenozzle would actually ever drive around Manhattan in a fucking HUMMER-LIMO?" I'd finally answered my own question. Doh. (In Seth's defense, he'd actually ordered a normal strech limo but it'd broken down and this was the only other car the company had onhand that would accomodate our group.)
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