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We’ve all seen this couple in bars from time to time, haven’t we? He’s a big burly drunk with life pouring out of him in firehose gushes, and she’s a perky bright-eyed ninny who just thinks he’s peachy, even though he throws up every Saturday night and doesn’t say a word until the second quarter of Sunday’s game.
Small dogs sometimes look like utter, complete psychopaths. |