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I make fun of my neighbor Joel who likes to take off his shirt, put on short shorts and a backpack, and go for a neighborhood stroll.
I make up songs about him. My kids and I sing them.
Joel has a weak chin and a combover, Father.
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"I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. Here comes the smolder." - Flynn Rider, "Tangled"
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