He and the fam are groovy, but while talking with him, I came off with this gem:
"It's March. There's snow in the Carolinas, and it's 17 defuckinggrees here. I'm driving up to Puxatawny, yanking Phil out of his hole, and kicking him in his furry little asshole."
My pepper seeds are starting to sprout on the dining room table, the fishing poles are on sale at K-mart, and I'm tired of hunkering down inside. I need spring.
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remind me to tell you the story that starts out, "I was growing peter peppers" and ends with my nose in a glass of milk and my Mom and my future Bride having a joint asthma attack, sometime.
Or maybe not.
remind me to tell you the story that starts out, "I was growing peter peppers" and ends with my nose in a glass of milk and my Mom and my future Bride having a joint asthma attack, sometime.
Or maybe not.
Pass, pass, oh God, Pass.
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