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It's 7pm. It's 25c out. There is a breeze. The sun is golden. Think I'll grab a cooler of beer, some cheese and crackers and olives, a couple of books... Lazy Ass porch Porch Sitting commencing in 3... 2... 1...
PB: bssssht Mission Control, the is Porch Base. Our butts are in the chairs and we are going to sit this most thoroughly.
Mission Control: Roger.
PB: uh MC, where's the bug spray?
MC: if it's not with you, it's back in the mother ship.
PB: but that's like a 100 meters away!
MC: a rescue mission can't get to you for at least an hour. Can you send Doggo?
PB: naw, he's busy chomping on a stick.
MC: looks like you'll have to do an extra porchicular activity.
PB: crud. Standing up in 3... 2... 1...
Porch Base: Mission Control, we have returned from the EPA, and are once again seated. We have located the bug spray. *kof* *kaff*
MC: Porch Base, you are breaking up.
PB: *kaf* and also the weed
MC: oh
PB: *ptssssht* *glug glug glug*
MC: what was that!?!
PB: *urp* and the beer. Sunset observations resuming... Now.
MC: sigh. Good work Porch Base.
Doggo: woof!
MC: you too, Doggo. Over and out.
PB: over and far out, dude...