My grandkids are working me to death. Let's do this and that, eat, drink, shoot more guns, fireworks, go somewhere. I been hearing that all day and half the night. I purchased them the game called RISK, great game. I am about to drop. Tomorrow they go home. I love for them to come and see me and I am also glad to see them leave. Am I fucked up? Got to go, it's my turn to kick there asses again, Cat.
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