Bunch of friends from the past have invited themselves over for a pot lucky dealio party. I should start demanding a cover charge for these things. Or at least get some weeds pulled from the yard.
Evil Hahn with a knife. We're keeping our distance from her, as she has been to known to think Bobbetty thoughts.
The spread. A little of this. A little of that. Nothing matchy matchy. Everybody likes a little of something here or there.
I made a plum crisp. Everybody likes plum crisps.
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