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Put that ice cold beer on my chest.

Please… Chest burn. Need ice cold beer on the burn. Thursday I had my chest painted with a substance that smelled like fried rubber, you know, the way trucks smell as they descend from Tahoe or Berthoud Pass. Cripes! Sunbathe … Continue reading

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