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Meatus McPrepuce
I had a fellow tell me he had a sister who looked just fine. Instead of being my deliverance she had a strange resemblance to a cat named Frankenstein. But you know what, I was so desperate and lonely that I kept an open mind. And damn if ol' Bolts didn't go "mouth crazy" on me like I'd never had before. Now I can't think about Boris Karloff without bricking up harder than a diamond in an ice storm.
Happy 250, America!
Happy 250, America!