They sat nervously at the table, watching as the general manager of the restaurant made a b-line toward them. Glancing at each other, they knew
So, I launched this thing eight days ago. So far, it’s been a whole ton of fun. Here are some observations after running a blog
I was sitting in a puddle. And I was sitting in a puddle in a corn field. I was sitting in a puddle in an Indiana corn field in the middle of winter with a parachute tied to my waist, I was missing a shoe and my glasses, and my pants were at my ankles. Oh, and I was bleeding.
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The Muggo. 