Wow, today was a good day. Let's get specific: The Boss and I came back from down 2-0 to take Trogs and Ursula in a best of 5. So you know, Trogs and Ursula won the company-wide ping pong championship, but back then Ursula played with a hard paddle. Today she used a cushioned one.
Yo, Pitchfork Media is saying good but incomprehensible things about Surfer Blood and Local Natives. Give them a listen.
Damn, I remember my great aunt Hannah Holmes. She used to stick Q-tips in her ears and dance little jigs. We all laughed. Late in life, she suffered from Alzheimer's. She died out in Vegas in a quiet community near family.
And I remember my great uncle Jim Campbell. His nickname was Cash. That's because he was always making a deal. One day we saw him trying to sell real Georgia Peaches out of the back of his car. He took us to lunch and told us that the only way to cure diarrhea in a calf is to feed it Coca-Cola. Otherwise it might dehydrate and die. Uncle Jim's funeral was a short time after Aunt Hannah's.
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