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Sorry, won't be able to make it. But I'll keep a needle ready for y'alls. As grampa used to say "Boy, get outta the cookie jar, your grammy poisons them things," and then he would swig from his jug of moonshine and whisper in my ear, cheap whiskey on his breathe, "Never trust a man who even death wouldn't except. Now go get me my pipe." And by pipe he meant; "something I can throw at them kids who won't stay off my lawn." Grampa never was very sane...