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Okay.
I went up to the other house this weekend.
And I witnessed something I've never seen seen in my life.
My brother Joe ralph (as in puke) from drinking too much.
I was amazed. I was certain he was an "Iron Stomach."
Morning aftermath.
I took my girlfriend and I drove her and I to the two main "villages", of Caseville and Port Austin.
And I got us lost for a few, but I quickly recovered.
Speaking of recovered,
I saved Leahs life this weekend.
Literally.
My cousin Eddies bike.
Well shit happens, and how often do you see that?
Modern art, if you ask me.
"This fields got everything but the kitchen sink...oh wait."
" I usually dont have a steak, burger, and a brat, but its the 4th of July. I'm gonna need some energy before I start blowing crap up.. Its what the founding fathers would have wanted!"
<3
Happy fucking 4th of July.
Love,
Thomas.