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The host was wild in his exalt: “…at this house we don’t close the curtains and close all doors with bolts to keep passage prevented; at this house we wave out the evident windows at people who pass by and if they don’t wave back we drop our pants and show them our rears; at this house we have Sunday dinners with pleasantries; but we can puke in the centers of floors if we want to, and all gather around the pile and dance to its possibilities … because it don’t matter enough to do otherwise.”

But frankly his party wasn’t so good.

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Written by littledebbieoatmealcookie

December 9, 2009 at 12:57 pm

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