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The Kamikaze Squirrel
A watering hole for drunken, suicidal rodents
Monday, March 31, 2008
Call me Ginger (or Fred)
I have a 16 count solo in my tap recital, and I have to tell you, I'm freakin' tickled pink about it. I only wish we weren't wearing tuxedo shirts so that my jacked arms would show.
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