TWO OLD LADIES WALK INTO A BAR by H. E. Vogl
The bartender, sleeves rolled to his elbows, stood wiping the fingerprints from a bottle of Four Roses when the two old ladies walked into the bar.
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The bartender, sleeves rolled to his elbows, stood wiping the fingerprints from a bottle of Four Roses when the two old ladies walked into the bar.
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A man needs a hobby. Some fish, some work on their cars, while others tend to their gardens. My hobby’s different, I play God.
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