I went to ohio last month for an annual pig roast put on by my girlfriend's dad. They order a whole roasted pig, and a bunch of their friends and old neighbors bring all kinds of other delicious food. And apparently all the men in the group are supposed to wear hawaiian shirts for some reason, and I found that this didn't exclude me when a nice large button-up covered in palm trees was tossed my way.
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