Pass the meatloaf
There were only 2 times that I remember when my mom made me go be friends with a kid because she was friends with the kid's parents. The first time was a Saturday morning, it was raining, but there was a great football game on TV, good day to stay in, watch the game, goof off, and eat leftovers. I was ready to get comfy and settle in when my mom walked in, looked at my brother and me and said "get dressed, you're going to this party!".. I had hope...
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