My brother related the following story, and I thought that it was very blog-worthy:
I have a fantastic birthday story to tell all of you. We were in Estes Park today, and we stopped in a store and looked around. Naturally, all the kids wanted something. Smeagol was especially adamant about buy some rock or something,but he didn't have any money (on him). Negrita, Smeagol's mom, told him that she wouldn't buy it. Then Smeagol mentioned that he had $20, but not with him.
"Well, where is it then?" Peas, his sister, had it. So they go to Peas and tell her to give Smeagol his money back. She insists that it is her money. She says that Smeagol paid her to do something. What was this thing? Smeagol "can't remember" and Peas's response is "I don't want to say it out loud."
Well, it turns out that Smeagol paid Peas his $20 to kiss his butt. So now the $20 belongs to Negrita, Smeagol has no cool rock from Estes Park, and Peas had to kiss Smeagol's butt.
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