Did I ever show you the blistees I got from that one time
we went snow shoeing and drank a bunch of boxed wine
and almost died in the woods because it got dark
and there was no moon and we called for help but no one heard
and the only thing that saved us
was the dim light from Bab's cellular phone?
Oh yeah, I forgot we lied to you all about that.
It's best if we keep the unending "how we almost killed ourselves"
recap stories to a minimum. It gets old. Apparently.
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