What, you haven't ever heard of a Stump-in cake? The only question was where they kept the ice cream, given that it was out in the boonies. Note: It's a good thing Grandma Sprick and Aunt Marion were wearing nametags, or we MIGHT HAVE FORGOTTEN WHO THEY WERE!!?? (Not likely.) But Joe and Mavis ran a tight ship. Every Stump-in ran smoothly, and nobody ever forgot who they were.
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Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Strange rituals of the native Spricks: A cake for every occasion
What, you haven't ever heard of a Stump-in cake? The only question was where they kept the ice cream, given that it was out in the boonies. Note: It's a good thing Grandma Sprick and Aunt Marion were wearing nametags, or we MIGHT HAVE FORGOTTEN WHO THEY WERE!!?? (Not likely.) But Joe and Mavis ran a tight ship. Every Stump-in ran smoothly, and nobody ever forgot who they were.
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