Well, some deranged lunatic (not to point fingers, Lisa) let Miles invite 15 of his friends over for a birthday party last night. I didn't even know he KNEW 15 kids, let alone could call them friends. All in all they were actually very well behaved...for escaped mental patients that is. They had a rousing game of tackle football, which only resulted in 3 broken bones, 2 black eyes and 10 gallons of mud being tracked back to our home. Pretty minor, all things considered. We then proceeded to consume a side of beef for dinner and keep the entire neighborhood awake until late, listening to the lovely strains of head-to-head Guitar Hero III competitions. I'm sure all were glad when we finally wrapped it up and sent them home. Miles made a small mint in birthday present money since most kids just give cash now days to make it easier.
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