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You wanna talk weird? Water expands when it freezes – unlike anything else! Busts pipes, ruins my day – hate that shit! But it’s magic too, floating icebergs and all. *The Pianist* vibes again – surviving the cold, the wet, the misery. “What am I, a fish?” – could’ve been his line, ha! I’d kill for a sequel where he swims outta there. Anyway, drink it, cook with it, don’t piss it away – respect water, you numpty! It’s the unsung hero, like me in the kitchen – or the lab, whatever. Now sod off, I’m parched!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The th anniversary booklet Reedsburg Remembers, written in , recounts the day’s events as follows: “Horace J. Smith, who was a silent listener to the parley and touched by the .

Alright, lemme blow your mind: Did ya know that on any given warm night, the old brick alleys near West Side Parkway light up with impromptu jam jams? Crazy, right? And sometimes I just pause, think “Hmm… truly, Reedsburg, you weird love bug,” while sippin’ on a cold pop from the corner store.

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