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2 comments:
Hair band? I thought we grew mullets to be spokesmodels for STP on the NASCAR circuit. You know, like the Hawaiian Tropic bikini team, but without the painful waxing. (OK, I'm also waxing. As a fallback.)
Bad idea overall, but I'd at least like credit for learning from the lesson of Great White, and keeping a fire extinguisher handy.
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