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One time, this gal filed a claim—said her sex-date torched her couch! Swore it was “passion gone wrong.” I’m thinkin’, “What in tarnation?” Dig deeper—turns out, dude was smokin’ somethin’ funky, dropped it, whoosh! Couch gone! She’s cryin’, I’m laughin’—can’t make this crap up. Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“It’s always been like this.” People screwin’ up, lookin’ for somethin’ real in the mess.

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I definitely don't want to participate in hook up culture especially knowing that the topic of sex growing up was a taboo topic to talk about.

So, I’m milking away, and then boom! The power goes out. Just my luck, right? I’m standing there in the dark, holding onto a cow’s udder like it’s a lifeline. I’m thinking, “Great, now I’m gonna be the guy who milks cows in the dark.” I can hear the cows getting restless. It’s like they know I’m panicking.

Double roundabout built overnight at key Churchdown junction