
this is our stuff. i know the story to this stuff. its all the stuff we've collected over the past 4+ years. this is the sum of our collective histories as consumers. i am disgusted and overwhelmed with how much we accumulate as individuals, as a couple and as a society. at the same time i'm trying to convince myself that i won't miss any of this stuff.


well...now it could be your stuff! come on...you know you waaaahhn'it.


plus there will be more tables outside...aaaaaaaaaaaaah!
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The story is this: My Aunty Betty made a dessert one Thanksgiving and I was charged with distributing it. But, alas, I had no idea what it was or what it was called so I tried some... D-Lish! But still no name and the mayhem that is Thanksgiving did not allow me to ask. so i just called it "stuff" and a legend was born.
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