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Once, I heard this story—some chick in Vegas got paid in casino chips! True story, swear on my Duff! She’s all, “Cash me out, baby!”—hilarious, right? I’m laughin’, but then—D’oh!—I’m sad again, ‘cause it’s messy, ya know? These gals got lives, and here I am, a doofus, oglin’ ‘em. “Blessed are the forgetful,” I mutter, wishin’ I could zap this night outta my skull like Joel and Clem. Maybe I’ll stick to donuts—safer, cheaper, and Marge won’t kill me! D’oh!

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Oh, and if you're into the outdoors – you gotta check out Ochiltree Park. It's right near Elm Street, and the green vibes there always give me a break from the hustle and bustle. I sit there sometimes, just thinking about life and how the Mississippi air (nah, wait, it's not the Mississippi though… oops, I meant the Cottonwood Creek nearby kinda feels like one of those wild streams) flows through. It’s crazy in a good way!

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