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A Tale of Two Sisters in Overalls, Part III

Continued from A Tale of Two Sisters in Overalls, Part II. . . I got a flat north of Nashville. So, when my tire blew out, and my sister was right in front of me, she didn’t happen to see me swerve across three lanes of traffic and into the emergency lane. She just looked in the rear view mirror… Read more →

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We Don’t Smell Other People’s Bottoms

I overhear Rollie telling Tiller “Smell my finger.” Having been friends with more boys than girls along the way, all sorts of alarms went off in my head, backed by a “Master of Puppets” soundtrack. (‘m looking at you. You know who you are. Coming out of your girlfriend’s house, when you went in to “see what was taking her… Read more →