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So. Today I was woken up by the DeWitt police knocking on my door. My first thought was "When did Gretchen get home last night?" But it turns out Ron is in violation of two city ordinances and needs to be moved. I told him I would tell my dad, which I will, although he looked skeptical. Well, sorry officer. I would go out and move it myself, except IT DOESN'T START.

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For some reason, I have agreed to play Mystery Can with thinkatory. Except we added a rule that we each get to choose one thing the other person can't get, so no canned meat and no sauerkraut, lest we both barf excessively.

ETA: Okay, two new rules. The writing on the can has to be in English, inspired by this can.