Let me tell you about my Saturday night (briefly).
Involved was:
An assortment of import beer, some talk of Mexicans, a stay in a cottage that rivals thoughts of my dream home, chocolate cake eaten from the center by the utensil full (they could have been using butter knives for all I know), Johnny Cash music, three trees worth of firewood (Gary is a pyro.), a set of burnt socks (what was I thinking? Sorry Jan), a bunny trail that may of may not contain one (dead by car) rabbit buried about 6 inches down soaked in beer (one for my homies) and what might have ended up as a midnight quad ride, had the neighbor stayed to visit just a little longer.
The brakes on the car weren’t done because it wasn’t that kind of weekend, but I promise it will next week; just as long as there is nothing better to do! Is there a hockey game this weekend?
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