Well old friend, you have to go too. Not because of my wife, but because I just don't work-out at home any more. Thanks for being an awesome 15th birthday present. Thanks for helping me stop being a teenaged dough-boy. You paved the way for my career with the ladies. Thanks for hanging on all these years through so many different apartments and houses. When I was broke, you and my Collective Soul CDs
made for a great cost-effective, healthy Friday night diversion.
The dude I sold you too seems like a really nice guy. His 1997 Saturn Station Wagon was tricked out. I bet he totally would have paid me in weed, but the cash was nice too.
All the best,
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