I have a friend named Ed. Everyone calls him “Grateful Ed” because he always says how grateful he is to be sober. Last weekend, Jill and I went to Hibbing to see her mother, and as we were traveling down First Avenue we passed a new business. Apparently, my friend Ed isn’t the only “Grateful Ed.”
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Enough, then, with the crackers and sausage! I want a cake at the next potluck.
And here I was getting excited about a sausage and cheese cake…
Grateful Ed is everywhere. An embarassment of Grateful Eds.
Actually, your friend is not called “Grateful Ed” for the obvious reason you stated-Ask Darrell for the real story.