A few weekends ago: Labor Day. Max Tyson and Marissa Kay saddled up Minitruck II and went to Coos Bay on the Oregon Coast for a weekend camping trip. It rained. We laughed at seals. Stupid Seals. They're like loud squeeky brown sea turds. We walked on some trails. We watched a movie in a movie theatre. We drove far out of our way to eat "the best pizza ever" in Coquille, Oregon.
It tasted like microwaved Digiorno. I can't really blame them though, I don't think Oregon has ever even seen an Italian, or even a Greek person, or anyone with any known history of making good pizza, and the cuisine has suffered accordingly. The most color i've seen in this state over the past year was contained in a freckle. The girl must have forgotten her Aryan Nation Brand Sunblock that day. (Aryan Nation Brand Sunblock! Blanket your skin in a thousand year Reich of protection!)
A couple weekends ago: Nothing noteworthy occured at this time.
Last weekend: Max Tyson had to return to Connecticut for a family tragedy. Other than that the weekend was nice. That is all I'm going to say about that.
Present day: Drew is back in school, I'm suffering through my job, and Marissa chopped all her hair off. We've decided its high time that we all drink alcoholic beverages until our bodies betray us and we explosively project vomit and feces everywhere. Therefore, we are having a party this Saturday night. You're invited.
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