Up Down Jump Around

Drunk pumpkins.

Yesterday, my first trick-or-treater was a small boy of 10 or 11 at the most, dressed in street clothes, along with a long list of tiny numbers belted to the front of his outfit. “I’m a million digits of Pi,” he said. Almost fell down, I laughed so hard.

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