what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

This the photographic evidence that these three inspectors stopped by to inspect the green green grass on this side of the fence. Out came the sun and dried up all the rain and the orange picnic table was potable again.

Speaking of drinkable, the first beer from the keg is traditionally, ceremoniously, sacrificially, superstitiously returned to earth directly. The rest of the beers make their way down the drain one way or another as they say eventually but most often through the tract urinary.  We don’t buy beer we just rent it for a while.

Speaking of renewing your lease, what do you call it when Indian Summer arrives in February? one more reason Seattle leads the nation in sunglasses-sold-per-capita. That statistic illustrated clearly by the shades on Case’s face purchased just minutes earlier on the way up the hill, fastidiously shopping at Ross. For per capita calculations, the goggles on Sally and Cory factor in as well.

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No socks was indeed a rare treat in February.

Except the one I wanted to shove in your mouth.

The fact that I was only there via cell phone images and text messages proves that there is no justice. There is only just us.

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literally pissed down the drain. pissed down the drain figuratively.

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