Well, fuh. It looks like my regular Saturday afternoon social Zoom has fallen apart. Perhaps I should reclaim the time by making up a jug of traditional punch. Let's see, do I have oranges, sugar, nutmeg, black tea, and almost undrinkable rotgut rum? Indeed I do!
No body wants to do your “zoom social,” because you’re a brain dead whiney fuck.
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