You might tell I had some help with the eggs this year. My little brother showed up and took me to the Irish pub. He said The DOORS sucked, and that Bauhaus was terrible. The potato salad was all me. He fell asleep in the den to Hop. You see what I put up with. Ron wouldn't even go to the Irish pub. Too bad, I brought him half my food. He won't eat it.
From Hot Blood
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