Because if God had said, “Let there be only suckiness for Buffy Summers” then fine — she could live with that. But it better come with a tall, cold beer, at least halfway decent lighting and much, much better company.
At least at least that way, she'd get something for her trouble.
A Fuffy version of Beer Bad! Read TargaryenPug's fic here!
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