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In which I attempt to commit every blogging sin: writing incessantly about local trivia, sex, religion, and boring personal memories; giving unsolicited advice; offending all who read through crass assumptions. The works.
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I went on a couple of dates with a boy who had a mullet when I was in high school. The hair wasn't the deal breaker -- taking me to Wal-Mart on our first date doomed that relationship.
P.S. I deleted my first post due to some missing words that may have implied I dated a mullet and not a boy with a mullet.
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