Image from Galooper's HMS (bullshitatorium)

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My mom just sent me a picture message of Eleanor, Cheryl and Pat at
the annual Galooper's Home Management Seminar. Growing up I knew mom
and my aunts would go to the "HMS" but had no clue until I got older
that it was a bunch of bull. It's a girl's weekend where they drink,
eat junk, laugh a lot and who knows what else. Looks like they are
having amazing weather down in Long Beach Island (jersey shore)

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