Each year it was the same thing: A grueling test of olfactory assault they called "Last Man Playing." They would load up with a serving of Cream of Garlic soup, then sing songs with as many H's in them as possible in an effort to asphyxiate the other band members.
Nobody ever seemed to figure out why Johnny (on drums) always ended up being declared the winner.
"Here lies Clifford, the big red dog. While his master made a fortune in the comic strip industry, Clifford himself was abandoned in the mountains of Colorado. Lacking survival skills most wild dogs acquire, he starved to death and died on the top of this mountain. His last words are said to be 'To catch the squirrel, you must become the squirrel"'
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