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Bleh, every time I make eye contact with a gal, they think I'm a stalker and look away.
That's when I usually send a note over with the waitress saying, "Hi, wanna go to my place and play with my chainsaw?"
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Four blessings upon my fellow planeteers: Older whiskey, younger women, faster horses, and more money.
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