croquet days and hot-tea nights

[leaferickson]

My friend Kevin called me this morning (does this sound like a lie?) drunk as usual, and demanded that I join him in a game of croquet. I protested, of course, it's cold outside, and I haven't played since early middle childhood, at which time I jokingly lofted a ball at my cousin at the exact moment he looked away and hit him in the side of the

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[porcupinemattie]

You have perhaps suffered from a devil of a nightmare. While I am no longer apt at stringing words and, therefore, sentences together, I have no sage advice to lend to you, except that, hey, stop f'in around, and bring me some chili!