Zero Point Five

Less than even. I really should've stuck in at French classes back in school.

After a day of staining nearly every wooden surface in the garden (intentionally, not just marking out territory) I was looking forward to one or two or three of those dumpy little bottles of chilled continental beer. Apparently Panaché is French for fizzy piss water.

Actually wasn't too bad. But, I was really thirsty.

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