It started out as just another winter day in Michigan – cold on my bare feet, but warm with my fur coat.
Maybe a little cold in some tender areas.
But wait! Who is this big white guy? I think I’ll check him out.
Looks like it might be one of the Stringers.
Smells like them, too - Menage a Trois!
Party time!
Good stuff – but I’m feeling a bit dizzy.
The white guy doesn’t look so good, either. Lost his hat and his heart! And the wine!
Moral of the story: When there's white on the ground, drink red.
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