BOWLING YOU OVER.

Here's me getting attitude from a farm goat. Clearly he is upset about the bowl-style haircut.
I distinctly remember sitting in the kitchen with a green plastic salad bowl on my head while Mom cut
around the circumference. This backwoods, bucktoothed stage of my life was, I believe, chiefly
responsible in all the important ways for initially causing me to desire the wiles of cheap beer.

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