“Say ‘crack’ again.”

It’s weird, I think I’d remember smoking crack. Especially since I don’t even know HOW to smoke crack.

I guess maybe I Googled it?

Because it seems at some point I agreed to go see my family for Easter, and now that the time is upon me, crack seems to be the only rational explanation.

You know the drill, guys: Family = wine = Jesus. May your battle wounds be minor, your chosen numbing agents effective.

And may you also have candy.


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