Elitist Bastard extraordinaire and friend of the cantina George W. just had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad birthday. Last thing you expect is to end up in the hospital.
Kudos to Mrs. DoF for getting him to the ER, the doctors and nurses who are getting him better, and all the lovely science that made it possible.
We'll keep your chair empty and your glass full until you're ready to belly up to the bar again, mi amigo. Let us know if you need anything in the meantime.
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