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Oh come the fuck on! Negroni Season is a real thing now? But only a total boozehound whore would even dream up such a thing as Negroni Season!
*straightens blue blazer; reapplies aftershave*
@14367971@twitter Did I date you in college?
Seconded. This was fantastic, author person.
And RIP Jim Morrisey.
@My Number Is My Address Me too too! But even though I'm with you, it's just too easy to sell the "scandal" to too many people. Remember that day we all woke up and all of the sudden we were supposed to be "afraid" that Howard Dean was "unstable" because he clumsily listed a bunch of states before closing with a silly power metal yelp?
Weiner is ten times the threat that Dean ever was, and that, coupled with his willingness to put people on blast when they deserve it, means that he will be painted as a dangerous sexual predator the minute he starts to (re)gain any traction.
I'd have gone with "Hey Now Now" by The Cloud Room. It's almost the same chorus.