I was hoping to sneak up to Boston and parts beyond (AKA Jeff's house) to night. But I chickened out on account of the storm. So I will have to settle for, I dunno, drunkenness by myself.
Dood, that would have been Rad. With a capital R. Rad.
The party was cancelled anyway, so you didn't miss anything. And I still have a 10 pound pork shoulder in my fridge. What the hell am I going to do with that?
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Dood, that would have been Rad. With a capital R. Rad.
The party was cancelled anyway, so you didn't miss anything. And I still have a 10 pound pork shoulder in my fridge. What the hell am I going to do with that?
Maybe a stew or something...
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