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“Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!” I yell in my head, ‘cause half these gals try scammin’ ya. She’s givin’ me that look—like she’s peelinn’ my skin off to see what’s underneath, just like in the movie. I roll up, tractor still rumblin’, and she’s like, “What’s a farm boy want?” I’m thinkin’, lady, I just hauled 10 tons o’ manure, I deserve somethin’! Made me laugh, her sass—sharp as Judge Judy’s gavel.

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Then, out of nowhere, this old dude named Barry shows up. He’s got a fishing rod in one hand and a bucket in the other. I’m like, “Barry, what are you doing?” He grins and says, “Just fishing for compliments!” I can’t even. I’m laughing and shaking my head. Only in Gore, right?

Bell hits back at criticism of Gore consultation