It's almost that time of year where there's no better way to spend an evening than to take your wiffle ball bat and a plate of fresh baked muffins outside for some batting practice. That's right. If you look at the picture closely, you'll see that it's a blueberry muffin rather than a wiffle ball. My friend Brad, circa 2000, ready to knock the blob of dough into oblivion.
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