It's Marc's birthday, and as I type this, 10 or so drunken people are running around my apartment being silly. There were many lamentations earlier about how we were missing Nat and Amanda, and we had a long talk about how Nat was destined to become a charismatic cult leader. Then, about 3 minutes ago, for no particular reason, I heard someone say the following: "Turn around. Bend over. Spread butt cheeks with hands." I miss you guys.
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