"I had a nice weekend, went lakin' on Saturday with the kids and went huckleberry picking on Sunday with cool guy, Toadman, and his lovely wife and energetic yet quite well behaved young lads. Here's the deal tho ... I fancy myself the grizzled yet caring safari leader (straight outta Hemingway!) of huckleberry hunting. I have an access permit to private timberlands! I have over 25 years experience locating and removing the lil purple rascals! Toadman and his family are recent Texan transplants who need Bwana Bobness! So, I took em to a spot that involved scrambling about on a fairly steep hillside (none of you coulda handled what I put this nice unsuspecting family thru) landmined with rotted logs and branches and brushed with foliage one can only imagine as what will be left growing after the nuclear winter."
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