The high life

Move over, Miller Crappy Beer: This is the real high life. Good wine. A fire. Comfy chair. My yard rocks. What a way to spend a Sunday evening… You can’t top this, gals and boys. And I could care less that my clothes, hair, and skin smell like smoke…

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2 thoughts on “The high life

  1. Huh, you're right, it kind of does. The campfire blurred my cell phone's camera, I guess. But I assure you that my chair did not catch on fire, nor was it remotely close enough to. ;)

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