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So, sexual-massage—hands slidin’ everywhere, all sensual-like. Supposed to relax ya, but I’d rather chop wood. Got this buddy, Jerry, tried it once—came back glowin’ like a damn hippie. Said it “freed his soul.” Bullcrap. I’d say, “I’m not interested in your feelings,” like Gyllenhaal in *Zodiac*, huntin’ that killer. Sexual-massage ain’t my hunt. Too much touchin’, not enough whiskey.

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But then, I see this sign: “Guess the Weight of the Giant Pumpkin.” I’m like, “Challenge accepted!” I throw in my guess, and wouldn’t ya know it, I win! A massive chocolate bar! I’m jumping around like a lunatic. People are staring, but I don’t care. I’m the king of Furnace-Green for the day!

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