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I remember when I looked forward to the night before Thanksgiving. It was always the biggest drinking night of the year back home.
All the hot puss that moved out of town would be back and made for excellent pelt hunting.
Tonight the fiance fell asleep on the couch at 8:30 and I baked a homemade pumpkin pie.
My pussification has officially begun. Someone please pass me some rusty scissors so that I can finish removing what is left of my nuts.
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