quadruple date
To add to the amazement we went back to the Smith house on Sanford and CHATTED. yeah we talked about the Dyers. We talked about the Joneses and we talked about Mitt Romney and we even talked about Dog the Bounty Hunter. Please remind me if I missed anything but my favorite part of the night was when Ernest did the australian irish accent of Greta at the bar....oh and when Lauren looked like she was going to cry about how scary spiders are.
The party lasted til almost midnight, when we were all sufficiently wasted off girl scout cookies and gummi bears. Everyone managed to tell a few stories, and the reputations of Mom's affinity for a song you can dance to and Dad's ability to measure within the nearest 1/32 of an inch were both discussed briefly.
The party lasted til almost midnight, when we were all sufficiently wasted off girl scout cookies and gummi bears. Everyone managed to tell a few stories, and the reputations of Mom's affinity for a song you can dance to and Dad's ability to measure within the nearest 1/32 of an inch were both discussed briefly.



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