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Last Sunday, after busting my ass at Sugar Daddy's, I drove down the road to Mulligan's and started drinking shots of cuervo. Two sixty year old cowboys walk in and I end up drinking with them the rest of the night. One's name was Rusty. He never wore shoes. They claimed to be good buddies with Willy. Wasn't too farfetched to believe ( Read more... )

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I spend half of my weekends supervising this view


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