Let's see, since I last updated, I said goodbye to the Hoedown, my bitches and east Tennessee. Trisha threw a throwdown for me at the brewery where I got to wear a take out box for a hat, and she also gave me a kick ass box of goldfish crackers. I didn't cry my last night at the Hoedown, and no one besides Trisha seemed to give a rat's ass I was
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