Jimmy had a long, slow day at home. It was Tuesday, Meatball Day. He knew that the only thing that could top off this perfect day, this day of Beardedness, this day on which his Mom made Meatballs, this day that he had proudly put on his bald eagle fuckin t-shirt, was a really tall, really cold one. This is pretty much the most rad thing ever. No jokes here. It really looks like he had an awesome day. I wish my Tuesday was like that. Oh yeah, it was. Minus the Beer and plus the Gin. Definitely had Swedish meatballs. Just need some sweet ass pear.
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