Where Breaded Beards Go A-Rye

[jarlsonkin]

One early mornin’ in th’ fall of ‘94 there came into play a series o’ events that were recalled to me by Feather Pluckin’ Jim. Jim was an old friend o’ my folks who wasn’t too smelly but still managed to have a slight odor that was unpleasant enough to make a person want to back away just ever so slightly, to avoid th’ wisps o’ old stink that

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[lifeisaproem]

Hmm...I'm not quite sure what to make of this one. It's an odd little story, but nevertheless enjoyable.