what? no mojito?
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I'm cutting back because my male ego -- as delicate as an ice sculpture in the Santa Fe sun -- was recently bruised.
Someone - my own personal Karl Rove, quoting the actual Karl Rove in a re-direct, frenemy sort of way said: "Even if you never met him, you know this guy. He's the guy at the country club with the beautiful date, holding a martini and a cigarette that stands against the wall and makes snide comments about everyone who passes by."
Bitchy! Without the lab!
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