Ya'll can come stay at my mom's place.....5200 square foot house.....in the middle of nowhere....between an elk preserve and a salmon hatchery.
Bwahaha, I'm actually considering a hotel, just to spite my step-father....proving once again that I'll never grow up....once a Goonie, always a Goonie.
When you get email from goonies.org, you know you're a dork.
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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.