BONG
Bubbles got married!

And I was there! (No, Doozer, that isn't the $8 tie from Meijer. Oh, wait, yes it is.)
That's right: I rented a car and drove from Minneapolis to Cleveland, OH, dragging a kicking and screaming Yoolrich. A grueling 16 hr journey. One way. It was worth it though, the ceremony/reception was very nice, and it was great to see the happy couple off. They went to Tahiti while the Midwest got smoked by rain. It rained 16 inches in one day in my hometown. The floor of my bedroom was 3 feet below the water level.
So, I must have fed something Yoolrich-incompatible to the Yoolrich I brought along. She might not have been feeling well the next morning. It is purely coincidental that this occurred after we attended the wedding of the son of a booze purveyor. As a result, we broke up the return trip a bit which allowed us to hit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, see where BQ now plays, and crash in Chicago. Wee!
And I was there! (No, Doozer, that isn't the $8 tie from Meijer. Oh, wait, yes it is.)
So, I must have fed something Yoolrich-incompatible to the Yoolrich I brought along. She might not have been feeling well the next morning. It is purely coincidental that this occurred after we attended the wedding of the son of a booze purveyor. As a result, we broke up the return trip a bit which allowed us to hit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, see where BQ now plays, and crash in Chicago. Wee!
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