Disco pike
January 18, 2019
Once in a while I'm forced to come clean. Recently, with one eyebrow raised in curiosity, the love of my life casually asked, "Why is there a disco ball motor in the Amazon cart?" It's moments like this I realize, I'm busted. However, the truth will set me free. I have a plan, and although she will listen intently, I know, deep down, she will never understand the ideas that float through this brain of mine.
The plan is a solution to a problem it took me years to realize I was having. I will spend hours in a spear shack, but I'm not one to kick back and let the pike lazily float in. I'm much...
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