So, I am back from Midland. I usually love it, but this time was different. My dad came with us for one, and that was already a bad idea. I mean, we bounded a little over record albums and old SNL skits, but...he simply lathered muh mom with worthlessness. If he mumbled a question to her, and she said, "what?" He would get that weird, disgusting
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