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My mother made it in Thursday night from her trip. She couldn't help but notice the grocery sack of empty Bud Light cans. Of course, they belong to my brother who didn't bother to get them out of the house before she made it home. No one ever accused him of not knowing how to have a good time... but, then again, no one ever accused him of being a ( Read more... )