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| I used to work with a guy at a truck shop, Tommy was his name. He was always wanting me to help him on something after work in exchange for a few beers. . I only did it a few times. After a few beers he got to be a really tough guy. He was always challenging me to a fight using his superior kung foo fighting skills. Just a few beers would turn this scrawny little guy who drove a girlish Honda Civic into the toughest guy on the planet. He scared me. I always thought he was a little odd but the final straw, the thing that convinced for sure he was a closeted homosexual was when he wanted to go ballroom dancing with me. He said it was a great place to meet "chicks".. I stopped drinking after that. | |
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