When a dog had puppies under my mother’s childhood home, her mother told her to drown them. She cried, “they just keep swimming, momma.” She was too young and crying too much, so her older brother did it.

These are the “good ol’ days” men remember.

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Everything’s Blurry
Everything’s Blurry

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