My brother emailed me THIS. What can I say...he gets me. Speaking of which, he was here a few weeks ago, and I have absolutely no photographic evidence of this. It's awful. Come on, you know you want to dance your cares away, down at Fraggle Rock.
It's like 1984, I'm 6 years old again...chillin with my salami sandwich in my Grandma's TV room. And SNAP, it's 2008, and it's time to hose down 3 kids and crack the whip on homework.
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