I wonder if every year MickeyD remembers that several years ago I told her that I really wanted to go and that I'd do my part to raise the money necessary to go with her group and help out in Mexico.
I wonder if I could sneak along with her this year, provided I bring a blender.
I wonder why everyone thinks I have an attic? We have a poop room.
I wonder if anyone knows what a poop room is? It's a room the size of a single car garage that we use for storage instead of an attic. It also has the litter box in it, hence its name.
I wonder if anyone wants to come and do my taxes in my poop room? Or in my family room on the computer?
I wonder how much we'll owe this year. Ouch.
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Miles: It tastes like the back of a f*ing L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine bull****. F*in' Raid. Jack: Tastes pretty good to me.
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