what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

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At 19 I was belly upped in the Bâle of Hay Saloon, Virginia City Mt. one of the many local drunks was next to me presenting her thesis on my life with a Pomeranian named Elvis on lap. Buick was a malamute that a local independent, while high on coke, brought back from sturgis and then forgot about. As the woman lectured from the barstool Buick walked up behind, saw elvis’s ass hanging off the lap, then quickly snatched Elvis with his jaws abruptly ending the conversation with “oh my god! Buicks got Elvis!’ Elvis was ok but left the bar. Buick was seen eating a cat the next day.

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