Just returned from kicking it with
Chris. Hit the Buckaroo, and then back to the crib where I forced him and
Michaela to listen to Motley Crue and Cannibal Corpse and other less savory things. Now I'm home, and it is quite cold.
Feh. Calgon, take me away.
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