My brother: Oh, hot peppers? In Wisconsin, I was the only one who ate them so I'm used to them now.
My father: When I grew hot peppers, you weren't born yet.
It's true. The movie yesterday was pretty darn awful. June only covered a small portion, so that we wouldn't all suddenly censor Blogger, of the atrocities that we were forced to undertake because of Chanyang's beautifully marvelous taste in movies.
Time to drive.
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