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Pandora
dragged me to the Dungeon last night. It was going to be a movie marathon
night and I'd already rented a bunch for the purpose but... oh well. I'd
neither seen her nor talked to her since S. was born, so how could I not
go, right? Happily, the Dungeon turned out to be fun (in spite of the lackey
at the door who still has a stick lodged up his ass after all these
years) and I'm glad I went. I just have one question though... when the
hell did this I'll walk around with my shirt off schtick start?
Back in the old days there was only one naked guy (called "The Naked Guy"
of course) but last night there were at least eight. Eight! And it wasn't
even hot or anything. Umm, not that I'm complaining, you understand. Just
wondering.
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