
I never gave you the post mortem of Katelyn's 30th Birthday Party.~
By all accounts, it was a clear success with no incidents at all.
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Except for that little Table Dancing episode by Emily Engardia. But we were long gone by then.
That's which don't kill ya makes fer bein'stronger, that is what my mammy would say. Her bein' all loopy on cough syrup, notwithstanding, she was visionary.
Face forward.
Judging by the mugs on yer lads there, the young miss got the better side of the gene pool. Big wheel, spinnin' round, hoo ha!
Goin' contra dancin' with Miss Pudding's sister, Candy, this evenin'. Miss Pudding is working the 7:02 train from Lowenwich (wees calls it Scrotum Itch, what with all the harlot's them turns out), lift a few wallets, roll a few drunk johns, in general keep the undersirables on theys guard. Multi-taskin, I calls it. Entrepreneurishness abounds in ole TL!
Ise finds that bomastin' is good fer the sole, like takin' a dump on yer neighbor's porch and ringin' the doorbell. All American style, that's how we roll.