Many, many years ago I after a round of golf I stopped into a bar in Rock Island, Illinois. Little did I know I'd be the only person in the bistro not looking like these folks. No, I didn't order a beer. I ran out the door lickety-split and never looked back and that's why I'm alive today.
Oh, the woman? Surprisingly, she's the one wearing a shirt. Maybe she was on her way to church.
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