Dancing the polka with Miss El Cajon
Remember the intricate "Bood" philosophy that you formed with Eric circa 1996?
hey chris - did you end up contacting lindsey from over at ifoundsomeofyourlife?
Dang. I don't remember bood. I wonder if Eric remembers bood.
Bood Refresher: You have three to five dollars to your name. It is late afternoon - the dinner hour is at your throat. Your kitchen is bare, and I do mean BARE: your dinner options consist of salt or oven mitts. Your could spend that 3-5 bucks on food or beer, but not both. So you buy a six pack of beer (the $2.99 six pack existed in North Dakota, remember?) and drink it for dinner. Bood. It's not food, but it is dinner.
Ah, yes. I now remember bood. It was so quickly followed up by macaroni and cheese and beer that I had forgotten.
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