Today when we returned home there were 4 guilty looking dogs, and torn up purple plastic bag everywhere. We couldn't figure out where they could have gotten purple plastic... until we found a large scrap, upon which was written Lover's Package. I read aloud "Lover's Package." Brad said, "Oh, that must have blown over the fence from The Old Spaghetti Factory. "
Now, I can either believe my uncle, or I can admit that my aunt and uncle have sex.
Those Italians are total perverts.
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