The DG

Travelling up Michigan State Route 129 in the glorious Upper Peninsula, I saw that the town of Pickford had a brand spanking new Dollar General. I thought, I have to go in there. I wonder if it's as nice as the one in Detour? That's a nice Dollar General, the one in Detour.

And that's what my life has become. Excitement about comparing one DG to another.

Yet I don't really care. They've got good stuff at good prices at Dollar General. So I don't care. 

If I say it enough, I'll believe it too.

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