My dad and I went down to Clarkston to buy some houses. He made offers on two, both two bedroom, one bath. One was considerably older (the woman has lived there for 40+ years) and the other was built in 1985 but was so clean that it looked brand new. How much, you ask? $35,000 and $65,000 respectively. Yeah. Wow.
I took him to dinner for his birthday and had garlic mashed potatoes that refuse to leave my system. No vampire will come within 10 feet of me. Man, why does garlic have to be so good? Huh? Huh? Why, God, why?
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