A toast
Dock has asked for a toast to Grampy's memory. Since Grampy did not imbibe in the sauce, I see it fitting to raise a glass of Maine's finest elixir, Moxie.
Grampy...I swill this rugged, putrid tonic for you and only you.
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posted by High Priestess Kang @ 6/22/2006 05:33:00 PM
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1 Comments:
The things we do for our loved ones. ;)
There is a reason Grampy calls it, "rugged." I think it may have something to do with Moxie's capacity to eat the lining of your stomach.
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