You know who gives one hell of a handshake?
Mr. Eoin Forbes, that's who. His elfin appearance belies a vice grip of unfathomable proportions long since honed by countless hours spent gripping beer, soju, and whiskey bottles. Three days have passed, and my own hand is swollen like a steaming hot bratwurst just plucked off the grill.
Life's checklist, amended.
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