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People said I was crazy for sending the Bishop my Deviled Eggs. I laugh at them! As I'm sure mister Moore would also.
Crazy, thurston? No. As a fellow father I can relate to his wacky guitar noises and musical expressions of glee, as fatherhood, is like a gift.
Not one of those gifts like a Sneeze Guard for the salad plate that grants instant gratification, but a gift like a subscription to Alpacas quarterly magazine. Afte recieving that subscription, you must wait four months, but, when your digest of all things alpaca finally comes in the mail, you experience a happiness matched only by that of combiing your mustache.
If Thurston were crazy, there is no way I would let Brak listen to his sonic sounds of ecstacy.
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