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we have returned, victorious, from our first family outing into the wild. despite the haul (deep in the cascades on the skagit) and the heat (92 when we finally reached the campsite), a marvelous time was had by all. we even "fished" for about five minutes, which will hopefully serve as the foundation for actual fishing in the coming years. and once the boys passed out in the biodome (we got a ridiculously large tent, which came with a wet bar, alcove, and root cellar), it was daddy's turn; there ain't nothin' like a good ol' campfire buzz, complete with drunken strumming and tales of bear molestation galore. props to c-how for the pix and for the twenty minute tourette's riff, which nearly caused me to piss myself. again. and speaking of pissing, there is only one way (that i know of) to put out a campfire, once all the reasonable people have crawled off into their much smaller tents to dream of sweaty bears.

of all that love

moseacac

i was thinking. there has got to be a viable alternative to turducken.

chris onstad take note:

mountain goat stuffed with sea bass
stuffed with cactus wren testicles.

[also, tom, i am all kinds of ready to go, now.]

it is nice to be raped. i mean loved. by one's team.

my return to the orifice was joyous, for the most part; i was greeted with this hearty message (which had formerly been "bear rape; ho!"), and all of my stuff had been meticulously swapped from left to right. it was hugely disorienting. i wept for hours, and then had some tea.

nero rolled a 13, rape as move equivalent, etc.

Romans Used 20-Sided Dice Two Millennia Before D&D.

[on the late boat home, fucking exhausted, a kid behind me just said "of course washing dishes sucks dick."]

got back to hotel at 4 a.m.; was still drunk 3 hrs later when i got here, where i then proceeded, miraculously, to not pass out and to say things to people who were sitting there looking at me

85 degrees. monster humidity. "violent" rain. new york!

off to nyc to suckle at the deranged teat of Industry

i bought stock in this company when my friend got hired.

In 2001, Nicholas smoked so much marijuana during a flight on a private jet between Orange County and Las Vegas that the pilot had to put on an oxygen mask, the indictment states.