I've got a tumbler full of Jameson in my hand and I'm demanding to be conferenced in with Phil and the rest of Irene's co-workers as she tries to get some work done before lunchtime on the East Coast.
Tim has managed to latch on to some kind of foliage outside of a casino I can't remember somewhere on The Strip.........
...and then, in the time it takes me to raise my glass, he's gone,
like a ninja.
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