We are getting in a mid-90s subaru station wagon monday morning & heading to points south because too many thursday nights end in a booth at the sierra grille making drawings like these. Or worse, they end upstairs at reggae night (aka the Land Of Bad Decisions.)
jed said this. I don't know why.
I can't tell you how many hours of DnD have involved me whining in bars about how I'm hungry. Thank christ bars in the south frequently serve food.
Oysters here we come.
Oysters here we come.
No explanation needed, I think. Besides, eat a cheeseburger, guy.
No, really, do.
No, really, do.
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