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Hey Mike? We're outta beer again...

Who's fault is that?

If you're implying that I drank the last one I'd have to say you're wrong.

I'm implying you drink all of them, actually. Or at least 90%.

I was gonna say Mike usually helps.

I get Beer Fi, you get shoes, or purses or whatever it is you get after a job.

Nothing that costs money.

... I don't even wanna know what you meant when you said that Fi...

What?

Ouch.

I know right, its pretty tragic...

Eh, I'm trying to cut back on my drinking, but I can understand your pain.

Well its my payment for helping a buddy out. Michael gets the satifaction of a job well done, Fiona gets shoes, and me, well I get beer.

*laughs* Hey, if that's what makes you happy. As long as you look out for your friends.

I always look out for my friends, beer or no beer. If Mike calls, I'm there like a sick sad trained dog.

I had more friends before I was high. But, you live, you learn.

I think what you mean here is, "Mike I finished off your beer. I'm off to buy you more."

What is it with Americans and their fascination with beer. and Cold... *Shudders*