Jake and Leah got married on Saturday. She wore make up. He wore a button-front shirt not made of flannel. We received them in the classiest 500-person place St. Cloud has to offer. Noted also for the Chippendale performance I attended there in 2000.
Hot.
We stormed the dance floor and I drank more Miller Lite than anyone would recommend. (Not in that order.) My bowels stood there with a clipboard; taking notes; shaking their head: No zis is too much. She will pay for zis in ze morninkg.
And how.
I lay in bed last night, reflecting on my weekend, safe from all the dragons outside. Wait. No. Sources tell me that they were our neighborhood cats making dragon sounds.
Animals: turn yourselves in to the proper authorities or I will call the cops. I said I would the last two times, but now I am serious! Now, where'd I put that six pack?
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