...says "COLORADO" like a Crawfish boil. Okay, yeah, totally landlocked and not southern, but...well, maybe it has nothing to do with Colorado, but it was awesome anyway. I have a mom. Her name is Cyndy. I talk to her on the phone sometimes. And sometimes she comes to visit me. Last weekend was one of those times. She was a trooper and made it to the Boil. She even helped me get one of those little mudbugs drunk. At one point in the afternoon we traded Mom for my pseudo-Sister Mallory, and made her experience 
her first crawdaddy.
her first crawdaddy. Mom made it back to Chicago. I got a little rest. I hope everyone is happy now.
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I don't like 'em personally, but I hear people have some pretty nice crawfish boils in Louisiana. You should check it out sometime, frequent fly boy.
I dont know if you have noticed or not, but I have not been able to actually USE any of those miles.
i'm deeply touched by your heartfelt acknowledgement that you were not hatched and left to fend for yourself in a ditch by the side of the road. onward.
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