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Posted at 03:33 AM in Gratuitous Tuesday | Permalink
Wait, I wasn't an English major. Does that make him FREE or GRATEFUL?
September 06, 2011 at 03:05 PM
Well this is embarrassing.
I thought it meant we got to stuff tips into his chaps while he danced for us...
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September 27, 2011 at 09:57 AM
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