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are we now questioning math!?
So I sauntered into CVS on a Sunday afternoon, with my Neil Young haircut, old hoodie, shorts, beat up running shoes, and unshowered body and asked the cute young teenage girl worker where they keep the drug tests, carefully explaining that the drug test is for my dog, not for me. With a smirk on her face, she pointed me in the right direction. Note: I call her "cute" in a father of a cute teenage girl kind of way. Not in a Anthony Kiedis/Jimmy Page in their 20's kind of way.
a curmudgeonly guy who looks like Jon Auer isn't going to get much play.
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At dinner, my wife ... set me on fire