So I went to Tennessee over the weekend for my nephew Wyatt's birthday party. Him putting out the candle with his finger was definitely the bright spot of the whole time there, hehe. Hung out with my sisters and other family and all that, and had a general good smashing time.
I drove into Knoxville on Saturday, courtesy of my mom's friend Gertrude's car. There was supposed to be a reunion with the old Root Beer Ranger gang, but half of them didn't show. Anyway, the lesson learned from the weekend is that I definitely can't rap when I'm drunk. I vaguely remember Baby Got Back going on the TV, and me not being able to read or remember any of the words and just laughing instead. That's what happens with ten Steel Reserves in me. Now that's class, ladies and gentlemen.
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