Thirteen Seconds To Go

Mr. J. Wood doesn't know it yet, but his four-year record has about thirteen seconds left. Whoever he is. After that: my daughter's severe affliction with hypocrisy, three hours of BBQ with my pastor, and a drive to Alabama and back.

Thirteen Seconds To Go
It wouldn't be dinner time with J and K finding a way to irritate each other.

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