Oops, that was for my personal ad in the local alt paper.
What I meant to say was that the stunted (i.e., small contingent) Chubblies who came to Hernando had a grand time.
We ate, drank, laughed, wrote some, visited, gambled (gambolled) and farted. Good times, good times.
More of a detailed update later.
As for me and my house, we wish to make money working with you talented few, the proud, the Chubby.
Love,
Uncle Chuck
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