O'Reilly's. There's no way to say this without sounding like a snot, but I am sort of bummed that all the ipsters-hay found out about this cozy, neighborhood bar.
After we left, I got face-down on the floor at Erin's house and she aligned my stubborn old spine with her tiny but powerful hands. Is there a greater sound than the sound of a back cracking?
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this picture makes me ole heart explode.
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