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There was a bar just a short ways out of town that Ed loved going to. He'd first gone there years ago (when he was under age and the trip was very hush-hush) when he'd volunteered on one of the farms in the area. One of his friends in school had lived out there and Ed thought the experience would be valuable. In a few months he'd managed to impress the owners with his work ethic and they'd taken him to the bar as a sort of initiation.
Because of his particular siren ability to have people get along and enjoy themselves when he was around he'd turned out to be pretty popular. So every once in a while he threw on his boots, jeans, flannel shirt, and cowboy hat and helped out on the farm before hitting the bar with the other workers.
"So then the Governor says, 'what do you mean bulls don't have udder?' and the little kid had to explain what they were and the entire auditorium of kids burst out into laughter!"
Ed finished the story by downing his shot as the group of men and women who were listening around him burst into laughter themselves. He always did like telling funny stories at a politician's expense.
"Alright," he said, standing up and glancing around the bar. "I think I'm just buzzed enough to get my dance on. Who wants to two step?"
Because of his particular siren ability to have people get along and enjoy themselves when he was around he'd turned out to be pretty popular. So every once in a while he threw on his boots, jeans, flannel shirt, and cowboy hat and helped out on the farm before hitting the bar with the other workers.
"So then the Governor says, 'what do you mean bulls don't have udder?' and the little kid had to explain what they were and the entire auditorium of kids burst out into laughter!"
Ed finished the story by downing his shot as the group of men and women who were listening around him burst into laughter themselves. He always did like telling funny stories at a politician's expense.
"Alright," he said, standing up and glancing around the bar. "I think I'm just buzzed enough to get my dance on. Who wants to two step?"