"The boys are coming over to discuss Augustine's City of God," he said.
"Fine," said I, and dutifully hid upstairs with the kids, playing Clue and later watching an old, and very bad, version of Emma w/ Girl Weed.
This morning, surveying the detritus of the night before, I found a bowl of stale chips, used napkins, beer bottles, and....The Audacity of Hope?
Um, Fellas... That's not St. Augustine.
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