Caritas, Monday

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Holiday dedicated to drinking heavily? You bet your arse Jake had been all over that.

Of course, even an epic Jake-level hangover (he had no idea the roof of one of the apartment buildings had a landing pad, how cool was that?) was over and done with by the time Monday evening rolled around.

Tino, on the other hand, was still clinging to the weekend's revelry, judging by that bright green sparkly top hat he'd found somewhere.

"Just let it go, man," Jake said, fingers rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "Just... you need to move on."

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Stage!

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Could have been the whiskey, might have been the gin.
Could have been three or four six-packs,
I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in,
My head is like a football, I think I'm gonna die,
Tell me, me oh me oh my,
Wasn't that a party?

Bar!

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Someone took a grapefruit and wore it like a hat,
I saw someone under my kitchen table, talking to my old tom cat,
They were talking about hockey and the cat was talkin' back,
Along about then everything went black,
But wasn't that a party?

Lounge!

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I'm sure it's just my memory playin' tricks on me,
But I think I saw my buddy cuttin' down my neighbour's tree,
Could have been the whiskey, might have been the gin.
Could have been three or four six-packs,
I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in,
My head is like a football, I think I'm gonna die,
Tell me, me oh me oh my,
Wasn't that a party?

Back Room!

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Old Billy Joe and Tommy, well they went a little far,
They were sitting in my backyard blowing on the siren in somebody's police car.
So you see, your honour,
It was all in fun,
That little bitty track meet down on main street,
Was just to see if the cops could run,
Well, they run us in to see you,
In an alcoholic haze,
I can sure use those thirty days to recover from the party.

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