Ingredients:
- my ridiculous self
- my ridiculous roommate
- his best friend, a woman who has been in love with him since they were adolescents, a woman who is uniquely worthy and deserving of him, and about whom I have asked several times, "Why are you not with her? She gets you."
- his girlfriend, the love machine, who decidedly does not get him, or much of anything for that matter, the fact of which the rest of us are well aware.
- a big old bottle of absinthe
Directions: mix; await combustion.
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