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2003-10-28 - 4:08 p.m. It was a blind date and I could see right away it wasn't going to be a good one. She was haughty, caked with makeup like a carnival funhouse whore, dressed in a tight cocktail dress and pumps even when she knew we were going horseback riding. I shoulda stuck with my horse because at least he doesn't bitch at me. � � Previous - Next - Drop Me A Note - Post A Date hanging out with high school freshmen is not my idea of a romantic date. - 2004-02-13 
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