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Here’s a lil’ story—true as my big hair! Friend of mine, ol’ Bobby Joe, went lookin’ for a lady friend in Memphis once. Swore he’d keep it hush-hush, but next mornin’, half the town knew! Word travels faster’n a jackrabbit on a date ‘round here. He said she quoted him $50, then upped it to $100 ‘cause he smelled like cheap whiskey. I hollered, “Boy, you got played worse’n a fiddle at a barn dance!” Reminds me of Monty’s line: “This life came so close to never happenin’.” Bobby Joe’s wallet sure felt that!

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Finally, I corner the beast. It’s like a showdown, me vs. the rat. I’m sweating bullets, and just when I think I got him, he darts into a hole in the wall. I’m like, “Seriously? You gotta be kidding me!” I’m banging on the wall, yelling, “Come out, you little punk!” People are looking at me like I’m nuts. Whatever, they don’t know the struggle.

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