My dearly departed brother, Bruce, was off the sauce the last 10 years of his life. He attended his meetings regularly, and lived by the tenants of the program. He knew that doing the same thing over and over would never end with different results.
Meany Bigmouth could benefit from attending those sessions as well. She pulls from her bag of tricks without fail, and it has become as mundane as watching grass grow.
Meany forgot one simple fact in her quest to rewrite the truth. This isn't Facebook; you can't shut me up. Today and every day forward is King Richard's Day. There is no one to report me to. You are now a guppy in the big ocean of life.
Woof, woof.
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