I would hope that Bridget would get some time off from her job promoting Jagermeister...at least on November 3. I think it would be fair. (I'm glad all those years of drama lessons are paying off. In the realm of show biz, being a promotional spokesperson beats picking up dog poo. The hours are crummy but the pay is good. And I haven't seen so much merchandise since my sister dated the son of a Schlitz exec back in the 1970's.) Personally, I think Jagermeister is like drinking NyQuil.
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