I ordered a black light. When it gets here, I’m gonna put on a freshly laundered white shirt that’ll glow just right, turn all the other lights off and shutter the windows, turn the black light on, and mop the hardwood with The Boy hog-tied to the mop handle, his screaming and yowling drowned out by Deep Purple’s “Burn” as loud as I can stand it.
facebook posts from 2011 / 11 / 13
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Please DO NOT impale the pigs on the front gate again. --The Mgmt
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Centennial hops!