SO my whole being hurts. I spent the weekend with the annual bastages in the woods abusing our livers and requantifying those parts of the brain reserved for obscenity and also chopping wood. And now i hurt so good.
The annual trip with the annual bastages serves to truly coalate my mind and give voice to the socially unacceptable yawps that take root somewhere in the deepest catacombs of twentyfirst century lives.
viva la camping.
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I have not quite mentally returned to my socially acceptable self. I just sent a "happy birthday" text message to my brother in-law that I will not repeat here.
Let's just say that Trevor would be proud.
Va-Va-Va.
Trevor kills at bags.
Variant covers are apparently more important than regular covers.
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