I feel like somehow there's something more I should be doing, and I have no idea what that might be, like not even a clue. But hey it's a beautiful night in lovely Milwaukee and my mom made us cake to take on the road... don’t ask why that was appropriate, I think only she knows why or how it was supposed to work. So anyway I think I can sum up with the fact that it could be a pretty good night after all. The next night we're at the ashtray, things could always look down dude.
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