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Have you ever had one of those days when it seemed like you weren’t alone in the world and that people don’t actually hate you?

No? Me either.

Until today, of course. Actually, forgive the hyperbole…I have a good life and always feel loved, but some days are better than others. For instance, Andy comes in this morning with a stupid grin on his face and hands me a gift: a pair of Guinness flip-flops. If only I didn’t have webbed toes.
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Though it’s a little creepy for a straight man to buy another straight man a pair of shoes, I thought it was damned funny and considerate of him to think about me and buy me some goofy sandals endowed with the logo of my favorite beverage. I guess I’ll buy him that red thong with Betty Boop on it now…

So yeah, and then a few minutes ago, Frank throws open the door to my office so fast that I thought he was Kramer. He marches over to my desk and thrusts his arm out. Attached to said arm is a hand, and in that hand was a gorgeous Cohiba Toro Tube. Oh baby…can’t wait to get home, grab a glass of Mist and hit the deck.

Life is good.