"Hey-hey-hey," Karl says, spotting the suit in the plastic bag. "Got your love-shoes, man, got your swappo-socks, got everything to match. You a stud-daddy, man, you ready for indecent acts of every sort
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If you guys are in the mood to read a pretty sweet ass novelette about cross dressing marauders in a post-apocalyptic future, pick up the latest issue of Asimov's and read Radio Station St Jack.