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| Last year, I went to Billings, Montana for the national rodeo. Or I was supposed to. | |
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| However, I ended up on the wrong flight, and went to the National Gay Rodeo | |
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| I should have known something was wrong when the guy in the seat next to mine was wearing rainbow ruffles and a shirt saying "Kiss me, I'm riding him." | |
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