Lucky Thirteen

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Setting: Last Thursday night upon leaving Olive Garden and seeing a wonderful son leave his elderly mother to shuffle through the two entrance doors on her own.

Cinlach:  Outstanding… I’m so glad my mother raised me right. (pause) I mean, sure I fart in front of you all the time, but I do hold the door open for you.

That’s right, ladies; he’s all mine.

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