DO YOU REMEMBER ME?
When I got home from the camp out, we were out of water." What are you drinking?" I asked Junior. "You drink the bottled stuff. I drink well-water." "Oh yeah? Then why are there empty jugs in your room?" We were also out of Toilet Paper. "What are you using to wipe your ass?" Never mind. Luckily I had leftovers of both from the trip. In his defense, he did do an excellent job of taking care of Patrick and the Big Dogs.
Since I was in town today and passed it I stopped into a little very old Tavern for a quick beer. We used to go there every friday night and carouse with our fellow factory workers. And not only fridays. Had a lot of great times there. Now I stop in maybe once a year if that often. Bartender Gal remembered my name. Unfrickingbelieveable! Place looked EXACTLY the same, like I was there yesterday, only new juke box. Same deers and mooseheads and bear heads on wall... gotta check this connection.
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