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Since you work late enough to eliminate the need for happy hour locations, why don’t we meet at Scooter’s around the corner and up the hill from The Crystal. It’s comfy enough and has strong drinks. 6:30.

Frank

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’kay. Though I don’t know if I want anyone knowing I’m going to a place called "Scooters." Seems like a place the characters of "Silver Spoons" would go for a beer.

John

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I’m hoping to see Ricky there, but if not, Mr. Belvedere will do.

Frank

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That fat bastard...! Last time I saw that assclown he had had too many gimlets and was trying to burp a medley from Kiss Me Kate. He also tried to grab my Mr. Microphone in the bathroom.

John

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You too? I told my dad but he didn’t believe Mr. Porkchop was a hazard and let him dress my hemorrhoids nightly. He never used his hands.

Frank

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I saw him at warehouse party in the valley once, and he was so whacked out on E that he kept calling me "Gloria, I adoria." Then he puked on his sandals and passed out in a recycling tub.

John

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I heard about that one from Anthony Michael Hall. We were doing lines between a hooker’s breasts while getting blowjobs at the time. He also mentioned that Rob Downey owed Mr. B 50 large for a big score from Peru. He had Bob Sagat mule the stuff in a camcorder and a stuffed pony. Those were the days.

Frank