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I went to see my dad and his new wife. I drank two beers, most of their bottle of pineapple wine, and some soy nog with rum in it. Then I gave the kids a ride home.
Oh, food... almost everything was white, holding to the great Scandihuvian tradition. Potatoes, lefse, some gelatinous looking lutefisk, white sauce, and (my contribution) potato leek soup. Since we're rebellious, we also had some cooked greens and black beans.
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That gun will replace your tongue. You will learn to speak through it. And your poetry will be written in blood.
- Nobody
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