This is the Beast Stein that I bought Elegant Choice for his birthday. It has a fox for a handle, as you can see, and boars in mid-leap, and one noble deer pronging another noble deer in the stomach. But where is the hunter? The hunter is the one who drinks from the stein. You are the hunter, and your presence is required in the scene! It's the most postmodern cup I've ever seen in my life. I could feel the presence of this Beast Stein pulsing in my neighborhood, but I wasn't sure exactly where it was, so I set out on foot to search for it. While I was walking, a lady in a minivan leaned out of her window and hissed SLUT at me. I can't tell what prompted it--my jeans, my cardigan, or the giant biography of Daniel Boone that I happened to be carrying.
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Perhaps she thinks that a girl who will say Yes to Carrots will say yes to anything.
As it happens, I attended Daniel Boone Elementary School, so I know about these things, and I am quite sure it was your cardigan.
NICE ONE, ADMIRAL
It was a very proper cardigan, Richard! And it was taupe, which is in my opinion the least slutty color of all.
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