By request, here's the soup can story.
When Katie and I were first married Judd came to our little apartment for one reason or another. At some point he wandered into our pantry and foolishly I didn't send in a chaperone. A few minutes later he came out with the labels from a few of our cans (we probably only had a few) and a grin on his face. We spent the next few weeks eating mystery food. There's the story.
Since then he's written for Jeb Bush and chased black helicopters. The seed of mischief has always been there...
Friday, October 03, 2008
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Thanks John for clearing up the mystery.
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