I plumbed the depths of my homosexuality this weekend. I saw the one and only Dolly Parton in concert. When I wasn't clutching Seth's poor knee to avoid clutching my breast in ecstasy (yes, I was THAT guy), I was breathing hard and staring slack-jawed at the sweetest, liveliest, wonderfullest woman that I have ever seen grace the stage. I'm not
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