Yeah we did it! One friggin' year! In the end, I didn't get him a gift. He didn't get me anything either. Instead, we ate a barely cooked hunk of cow, had some beers, and stuffed ourselves until we were sick with ice cream and pie. That just spells love, doesn't it? Then after we got home, we ate loads of cheese, drank cherry-flavored beer, and
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