We’re not hoarders, just disorganized. So today was to be the day. The trailer is in position. The recycling center awaits with gates flung wide. The temperature is only reasonably hot instead of “sauna on steroids” hot.
The Boys called. Skeet shooting? Whiskey? No wives? No garage to clean? No contest. And The Boys? I know where all of you live. And that’s all I have to say about that.
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