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Reader, these are not pock marks you see on my proboscis, they are the scars I bear for a loose tongue.
You see, I had already had several sips of sherry at Ginny’s Little Longhorn Saloon in Austin Texas when Andelora sauntered up to the bar. It was not a pretty sight. She was wearing a trucker/hipster fiasco on her head with a rude picture of a cat and a mouse. And no pants. I happened to mention to her that she bore a striking resemblance to legendary linebacker Dick Butkus. Sometimes the truth is much more painful than fiction.
How on earth could such a brute be on the board, you ask? Think of it as muzzle money.
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