I think this is the beginning of the end. Morgan gave me this really huge and old cigar that we all smoke. I can still taste it in my mouth... It's pretty disgusting... I started to tell that old boring "sometimes a cigar is just a cigar" joke. One time is one too many and I think I told it nine or ten times... Fia, Maria, Rita - I'm sorry! Why didn't you put me in a cab?
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