I'm not sure what's worse -- celebrating our Independence Day from the British by:
-Spending all day learning to cook Thai cuisine
-Partying all night with a large group of rowdy English revelers
-Dancing to live reggae at a Jamaican bar
I'm not exactly being properly patriotic here. No hamburgers, hot dogs, fireworks, Budweiser, or other Americans in sight. But the music is great. Plus Melanie seems to be really enjoying my jokes. So much so that she spits her whiskey and sprite all over my new shirt. Damn. These Brits really want to rain on my Independence Day parade. Mel is lucky she's so attractive as she took the raining quite literally.
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