So here in merry Michigan I've carved pumpkins, pan-seared brussel sprouts off a freshly frosted stalk with garlic, had my ass handed to me on a platter in bowling, made my sister watch crappy horror movies, and drank that fire water known as Carlo Rossi that my parents still keep around the house. Yes, it's even worse than you remember, but I'll go back to my snobby booze ways soon enough. I-spied some Miller Light in the fridge, must be from when grampa visits..maybe I'll hit that tonight. Last night I finished this story for Mome 14 (due in February 2009).
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What's shakin' bacon? You still doing the monkey on occasion?
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