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hmmm, foot shooting . . I care why?
I spent the evening at their table, we had beers and leered at nipple-paistied strippers, had some laughs, I drove them to their hotel. That was that evening. I don't care what keet thinks about me and I'm sure not gonna "fix" it here. I listen, I post, I donate, I sent them a gift, I send him occasional emails for my entertainment, I have no issues and am happy to have been show fodder. I appreciate your concern but, seriously, no worries.
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