Story time: OK, so, I got married on a cliff in Maine, overlooking the beach on the 4th of July. Casual dress. Got a limo to transport everyone from their various house rentals (much less expensive 20 plus years ago) to said cliff. Had live music during and after ceremony. My brother showed up, baked out of his gourd: "Dude, where am I?" I said "At my wedding, I'm getting married and you are supposed to be one of the photographers". Reception was half catered and half potluck. Invited the limo driver to join us and he did, got extra limo drives around for everyone. Fam rented the town clubhouse for the after party, lots of alcohol. Sister in law poured a cup of beer over brother in law's head. Brother in law picked her up, carried her over to the keg, stuck the tap down the front of her dress and turned it on. Karaoke happened.

I miss my cats, Topaz, Shade, Hobbes. My wife rescued Topaz as a feral kitten from some child savages throwing rocks at her; Shade adopted us after someone abandoned him in our neighborhood; Hobbes adopted us for unknown reasons, his house was right down the street.

Moonshine story time: this was back in 1991 or 92; we had just moved to Charlotte, NC and got an apartment in a complex that we soon discovered really enjoyed partying. The property manager drove a camaro with WILDRIDE as her license plates. The complex was really nice; pool, hot tub, weight room, club house, free outdoor grills, nice landscaping, etc. Turns out they also held monthly resident parties as well. We attended one party where I had some vodka jello shooters, smoked a joint with some guy that was laced with something that really fucked me up. Told my fiance (wife now) I had to go home. She continued to party. No problem. I'm laying in bed with every tiny noise sounding like it's in an amplified echo chamber hoping it will wear off soon. Then someone starts pounding on the door. Drag myself up, open the door, there's someone I don't know standing there with my fiance draped over him. Draped. As in she was not capable of standing or even holding on to another person to keep

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She really gets me high, bramble jam

That seems to be the case for many people but I got lucky. I met my wife when I was 18. I fell in love at first sight and knew I would be with her for the rest of my life. Now, I am still happily married after 26 years.

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I don't know about anyone else but when I fill these I tilt the tray ~25 degrees down, point the water flow at the cross of the top 4 cubes and let it run. Once it fills up about half the last 2 cubes I remove it and level the tray. It avoids all that splashing about and usually gives me a nice level fill.

Awesome, I live there.

#5, IMHO it's very difficult to use too much garlic.

Thankfully, I still have my 4 year old $150.00 Alcatel android that I only have to charge every 7 to 10 days.

As a husband with a king bed, can confirm. Also, my sleeping space gets smaller through the night. One other thing, absolutely do not try using that unused space. I don't know what it's for but it's not mine.

Just went through this with my cat, Topaz. My wife rescued her from some savages throwing rocks at her when she was just a couple months old. 18 years and two cross country moves later I finally had to have her euthanized due to kidney failure. It still hurts.

I'm sorry but I just finished watching "Return of the Pink Panther" and his hair looks just like Inspector Clouseau's hair after he got fried from sticking his finger in a light socket.

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