In attending a post Thanksgiving poker night with my three sisters and their significant others, sitting around two large platters of taco bean dip, it's logical that your's truly is going to be nicknamed "Flappy".
It's the musical fruit, dammit.
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Hey Flappy, why don't you talk about what came out of your other end. Vodka makes you drop the f-bomb A LOT!!!!!
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