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Good one, my friend! I'm catching up on a few of your previous smiles. This one not only brought a smile, it bought a chuckle and fond memories of getting in hot water for such minor infractions as missing anniverseries to embark on that annual ritual of male bonding that I called "Adult Halloween".
The reason I called it that was that we got dressed up in our spiffy outfits, drove deep into the woods, and then proceeded to play loud rock and country music, make roaring campfires and cook up all kinds of smelly and tasty treats, played tricks on one another, howled at the moon with the coyotes, and generally drove off all the animals for miles around so that the end result was that the only thing we ever killed was several 12-packs and far too many brain cells to remember.
I still like to do that, but no longer get in any trouble because for some odd reason I am single now.
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