Ocean: Good morning.
Me: Yeah?
Ocean: I’m feeling stirred not shaken.
Me: Are you asking for an olive?
Ocean: I really wish people would stop using those plastic spears in their olives— because when they do, I end up having to carry the load.
Me: Oh no. Really? You have to deal with the left overs of all the tasty cockta…
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