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two stoops on a stoop

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you will not get a real answer if you ask us why we're called stoop. instead you will get a set of guidelines for calling us stoop...long story short, you can't. no offense, it's just that when there are two people that go by the same exact absurd nickname in one room, and anyone besides those two are using that nickname, things get confusing. especially when stoop and stoop have the same voice and weight and seemingly the same age. no, we are not twins, and no, i am not older. stoop is older and sillier and has like one third of the sensor that i do {scary, indeed}. so, anyways, we do this thing where stoop and i go around sitting on stoops to produce photos called two stoops on a stoop. this is one, 
it was taken this weekend in williamsburg on north 6th or something.
-yeh!

babystoopiejcfumemesteenkristen{weekend}

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it was one of those stuff-yourself-full-with-every-bit-of-tastiness-and-happiness-that-you-can-manage type of weekend. you know, the kind that involves six types of pie, a ramones onesy, and that cowgirl-themed baby shower you always wanted to go to. and by six types of pie, i mean seven, because stoop got crack pie. i got a bagel bomb and we called it a day. actually no we didn't because then we ate tacos and spaetzle and oysters, too. it was one of those weekends where each thing i ate, i thought it was the best thing i'd ever eaten. but then i ate the next thing, and that only got better. "one of each dessert," he said! always a good idea. {and the best is yet to come...} but it wasn't all food: there were flea markets and silk tops and sunnies as well. beautiful walks, a beer garden, babies, political banter, book presents, and three sets of sisters! why, oh why, must we shed our weekend warrior shields and badges? stoopie and company, come back! 
-yeh!!!

cue the huey lewis

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on friday i put on spandex pants and frye boots, got out the old d&g light blue, and smeared on that makeup that comes in bright sets of like a hundred colors. then jaclyn picked me up, and we went to the high school football game. 
hi, nostalgialand.
i clapped to the fight song, 
discussed the world with my old teachers, 
visited steak and shake afterwards...
 {usual: small fries more salt honey mustard 
kiddie shake i don't want my cherry} 
there might as well have been a delorean waiting in the lot to give me a lift home. the only difference this time around was that the football team was actually winning.
{oh, and i wasn't in a band uniform... but you didn't hear that from me...}
you'd have thought it was cool for a 22-year-old to be surrounded by high schoolers on a friday night.
-yeh!