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Bubba came by and we killed most of the afternoon before he proposed going to nearest bar serving Guinness. Well, we killed four or five hours and never a Guinness touched our lips. But we did go through like seven pitchers of Bud Light which is something.

So that's how I killed my Sunday afternoon. I would've felt bad if the sun had ever gone down, though. At least I get to spend the rest of the night watching TV.

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