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tried hard to limit myself

 

to just a few quick

 

sit-ups before drinking. My 6-pak

 

got to be pretty impressive

 

before my mother started serving

 

us foods so fatty that

 

it made some diners look

 

like diet resorts for the

 

contestants of Miss Universe. Granny

 

always told me that if

 

you made enough biscuits for

 

the party, there better be

 

more than enough gravy and

 

then a little extra for

 

anybody who might want to

 

challenge each other to a

 

legendary farting contest that would

 

really need any gravy but

 

probably wouldn't have to have

 

any judges. Archer sought volunteers