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Between the Covers-Like a Fuchen Drink?
by Torch Summer evening, I was sitting on the porch chillin’ and chatting with some endearingly odd hippie friends. Beach hippie boy asked me if I wanted a fucking drink. I said, “Sure and how about some damn pretzels with that!” playing along in the profanity. He reached in the cooler he was sitting on, […]
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