Realized when I got home, I forgot my fucking juice at Dollar General. Left it at the bagging carousel. The cashier said, "You have a wonderful evening" with what seemed like full sincerity, and I walked off with just one bag. No way is it worth driving back there for just that, so I'm hoping the same guy will be there tomorrow evening so I can ask about reclaiming the son-of-a-bitch. It was V8 Splash.
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The irony is so thick I can barely bare it: you forgot your juice AND the Juice on his birthday on May 18th! Karma's a bitch, huh Chad?!
HA ha! Sorry, Juice. I went back for my juice and got it the next day, so consider yourself celebrated now--THE JUICE!
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