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Remember: if your guests are as drunk as you are, just shove stuff in a glass and dump sugar on a plate. They're just going to throw it up anyway. This one goesh to Betty, whosh alwaysh shaying how much she loves fruit. She oughta, she’s married t’one. Here y’ go, Bets. Bottomsh up.
If the one on the right constitutes an artful presentation, warning: it's ten PM, and you've had a few.
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