I decide to join an improv group. We all live in a house and it's non-stop joking around. We're going out for a sail on Lake St. Clair. There are a bunch of boats and we drag them down to the water. I lose track of the crew I'm supposed to sail with so I go back to the house. We're prepping for a huge meal and I bring in a bunch of sausages from the grill.
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