TwilightPrincess wrote:
I firmly believe that stuff like burgundy buckets make life worth living.
I was unaware that life had such rich pleasure to offer as a burgundy bucket. The possibilities of such a vibrant receptacle seem limitless. In my region all buckets are black and filled to the brim with regret.
I
think I'm like my maternal grandfather, although I don't have too many memories of him. He went bald early like me so we have that in common. And he liked walking and doughnuts (the UK style with jam in the middle and sugar not icing), and I like walking and doughnuts (the UK style with jam in the middle and sugar not icing). I wish I'd known him better.
Is there someone in your family you didn't really know but wish you had?
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