Made it home and without anyone stealing my awesome gifts!
I'm sleeping with them tonight.
Ew. This has to be a woman's head photoshopped onto a man's body. Right?!
I feel awkward.
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And this guy is an asshole.
Hey everyone! Look at this asshole and his giant asshole truck and his asshole parking job!
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We made it back alive! One of my boots, however, did not.
It's not actually this boot, it's the other one. R.I.P. sweet cowboy boot (at least until I get you resoled).
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Where the Sidewalk Ends
By Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Happy Birthday, Benjamin.
I love you always.
I miss you forever.
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