i think it was after the p .e .i . open...i slithered down to the railroad tracks and smoked what i believed to be was my first hashish cigar...i was so inspired that i stripped one of the kids naked , dressed him up as a pig and made him squeal all the way home .
my logic was simple...this is what great athletes do...you know...either that or golf cain toads...or go to church .
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