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Once, I heard this story—some chick in Vegas got paid in casino chips! True story, swear on my Duff! She’s all, “Cash me out, baby!”—hilarious, right? I’m laughin’, but then—D’oh!—I’m sad again, ‘cause it’s messy, ya know? These gals got lives, and here I am, a doofus, oglin’ ‘em. “Blessed are the forgetful,” I mutter, wishin’ I could zap this night outta my skull like Joel and Clem. Maybe I’ll stick to donuts—safer, cheaper, and Marge won’t kill me! D’oh!

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Making their first showing at a U.S. tradeshow, Megan and John Berning, of Ardmore Home/Ngala Trading, talk about the history and evolution.

Alright, listen up, buddy – I'll give it to ya straight about Ardmore (us). This city ain't your typical run-of-the-mill town, ya know? It's quirky, charming, and a bit like "The Grand Budapest Hotel" come to life. Yes, exactly, think pastel colors, eccentric architecture, and unexpected twists lurking 'round every corner.

Ardmore School Bond set to appear on April 1st ballot