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Tastyfrzz · 61-69, M
In '97 when my wife ran off with her coworker, just before she slipped town and went out west it was Christmas and I became rather despondent so I went out into the garage, closed the door and started the car and sat there listening to Christmas music. After about an hour I said "Fu@# this", went inside and spent all night making Christmas cookies for the ladies at work. As fate would have it they were unbeknownst to me having a cookie exchange the next day and I was swamped with cookies.
