My buddy Al from work came down to stay with us for a few days before a conference we were attending. When I picked him up from the airport, limping down the concourse, he was in very bad shape after being on a week long bender that ended in Vegas. So, Dena and I threw him into the hot tub, gave him some hair of the dog, and let him stew for a few hours. He kinda perked up after that (except for his visibly corpse-like hands.)
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I review your photo blog every now and again, and this one always catches me by surprise. It kills me. It looks as if your hot tub has birthed a bouncing, baby Alpesh. He instinctively knows that he wants to suckle on his Corona, but he hasn't yet developed the fundamental motor skills to do it himself.
"Does my widdle, biddy Alpesh wants hims Corona? Does hims? Who wants hims Corona? My widdle Alpesh, that's who. Yes. Yes hims does!"
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