I was in the kitchen washing dishes while Eve was having a 2nd Breakfast this morning and I realized too late that I had left the syrup on the table. Only when I heard her repeatedly saying "sticky monkey" did I put two and two together.
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Raised in a small South Dakota mining town where he learned the value of a sturdy pickaxe and native tubers, Scott is a man's man who knows the meaning of the word testosterone. Apart from devouring freshly slain beasts of the forest, Scott enjoys sharpening his tools, lifting heavy objects, and throwing a ball at a hoop suspended ten feet off of the ground. He also enjoys Romantic Era poetry and Italian cooking.
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