Hey everybody, rough weekend here in Magyaropolis for Your Working Boy. On Saturday night, shuffling around half-asleep in my darkened bedroom, I tripped and fell HARD on my right shoulder. I would like you to believe I was chasing my twin teenage Gypsy lovers around the bed to try to get the third bottle of Billecourt-Salmon out of their hands, to slak…
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