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Suzan has informed me that I tell "girl stories", without further elaboration. By this I infer she meant that my stories have lots of detail, probably of the sort that drive men to say, "Shut the hell up and get to the point already!" Therefore I will attempt to regain my lost masculinity and tell the tale of this year's trip to Ontario in a manly way by eschewing the excess verbiage. Me ride motorcycle to Ottawa. Had fun. Camped near Algonquin Park. 1360 miles.[1] | ||
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| The Ride | The Camp | The Mugshots |
| The End.[2] | ||
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[1] Manly detail. [2] Sheldon, observe that this story has no morals. | ||