I’m pretty sure I got propositioned last night.
By a dwarf.
By a dwarf guy.
By a dwarf guy dressed like a leprechaun.
By a dwarf guy dressed like a leprechaun outside the Hooters Casino.
I’m pretty sure I said no.
Where did these tiny green socks in my suitcase come from?
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