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Folsom, CA 95630
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We find ourselves in Folsom for super yummy pizza and table full of original drunks to celebrated the birth of our beloved Nairby! We ridicule him constantly, have never called him by his real name and still can't figure out why he hangs out with us.
We indulged in thin crust traditional, deep dish pepperoni, assorted salads, wine and beer. There were lots of recycled birthday cards (some of the classics are so written over that you can't even distinguish who it is from...those are the best!)
Sluggy once again showed us all up with a custom made puppet that embodies the look of being right - in a puppet. Awesome! Oh, and no one could hear Sluggy. Actually conversation:
"Do you have a kids menu?" - Sluggy
"A Mr. Pibb?" - Waitress
That went well.
We ordered a Pizookie (pizza cookie), that includes warm, fresh baked cookie, vanilla ice cream and whipped cream on top. Holy crap. Then we sang Nairb his own song. Set to the classic Barry Manilow, Oh Mandy.
Oh Nairby. You came and you brought me a turkey.
And I sent you away.
Oh Nairby. You're a dirty slut, dirty slut money.
And you're crappy and lame. Oh Nairby!
Yup. That's right. If we love you enough, we will write a song in your honor. It will suck and it will be offensive. Really, it's a win, win.
Journal Tidbits:
"We wrote him a song, what have you done?" - TheJenny to Shooter
"I Pammed the the weather vane!" - Shooter
Gavin 1, Squeaky Eagle 0
(BTW, I guess I should tell you that we had an annoying weather vane in the shape of an eagle that was squeaky. Shooter proceeded to grab a can of Pam, scale a fence and roof, Pam the shit out of it... and it stopped squeaking. That's just rad.)
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