why do i have to end every story about STL with "yes, really."?
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- salvation army food
- the tommy halloran shift
- welcome to saint louis. adjust your standards. ...
- the day job
- stef gets some midwest style
- dear friggin landlord,
- i never learn that i'm always right
- things gettin real in the kitchen
- twinsies
- jazz nights rock
- "he called your drawing 'dynamite'"
- cat crazy o'clock
- how's little brother?
- meet sam
- age ain't nothin but a number
- perks of the job
- the poop bandit
- other duties as assigned
- the pac man room
- my coastal roots are showing
- way to porn up our drawing session
- life downtown
- life as a hostess at blood and sand
- life as a hostess at lola
- our trip to the tap room
- to my peeps
- pizza mart jumbo slice
- happy new year!
- NYE is classy hallowen
- dad's words of warning for NYE
- holidays in review
- sorry, colon
- evan's meat
- and the feastravaganza continues
- tis the season for gluttony
- so good catching up!
- best christmas gift ever
- the "back in my day" differentiator: bombs
- burlesque bingo
- gold star for dressel's
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