i've been busy the last few weeks... college world series. then a couple weddings.
this fella here was an usher at my sister's wedding. this was not his post-wedding attire, in case you were wondering. looked pretty cool, though. i mean, pretty sure i would not wear something like this, but more power to him.
Matt bought the house on Archer Avenue in the winter of his thirty-fifth year. Over the next decade, he and his wife had three children and then they separated. They were never legally divorced.
Virtually all memory of the brilliance of Matt had been erased by two decades of betrayal, failure and disaster.
Matt died tragically rescuing his family from the wreckage of a destroyed sinking battleship.
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I loved his look, which is good since it was my wedding...
BTW, whose horrible Guinness pour was that on the end?
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