If we had still lived in Seattle when Jim and Pam got married, I'm sure Lins and I would have made a cake to celebrate (like some others I know).
Anyway, one night we were watching at Linsley's when Justin decided to make some popcorn. The following is an account of what happened. You probably had to be there to really appreciate this:
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There's nothing quite like the smell of burnt popcorn, right? Ohhhhh, good times.





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