“Dude! Clothes?” “Yeah, dude, ’cause it’s mornin’, the party’s over, and it’s like 10 degrees outside. Dam near that inside. And I don’t know how you can stand there with nothin’ but that stupid grin on your face. The antifreeze … Continue reading →
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