Last night, My dog's roommate, Max, went out to the bar. He got pretty drunk and spilled a drink on a girl. He said sorry and, as the drink flowed off the table and down the girls leg, checked his text messages at the same time. It was horrifying--like watching a six year old girl appologize for killing her hamster as she played legos; oblivious to the world around her.
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