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    There was no NASCAR race on TV this weekend so I spent my Easter Sunday at Joe's Travel Plaza in Westley, CA. buying Teryaki Slim Jims & Mountain Dew Code Red when I was approached by a blind Spanish Gypsy woman. She spoke to me about obtaining "God like" powers & achieving looks that would rival that of "Saved by the Bell's" Zack Morris. I questioned her, "how these things were possible?" she then handed me a plastic Wal-Mart bag. In it, The Mountain Three Wolf Moon Short Sleeve Tee! The second I put it on I blacked out...I awoke someplace high in the clouds, looking down from outside my body. I was naked riding on the back of a White Buffalo & I was dual wielding flaming bows. I shot burning arrows into the hearts of baby Siamese Kittens that were planning on taking over the world. I spoke in a language that sounded like a cross between a Velociraptor & Robocop. After I killed off the kittens, the Buffalo carried me to the top of a volcano. It was on top of this volcano I saw the Spirit of the the Three Wolf Tee decend on a lightning bolt and strike me on my chest! The blow was so fierce it knocked me off of my Buffalo. I instantly grew a beard and sharted a little. Once I fully came to, I was standing in complete knight armor on the abyssal plane, face to face with a Golden Unicorn. The spirit of the Three Wolf Tee spoke to me and told me I would need the glowing blood of a Golden Unicorn to fully activate the power of the t-shirt. I raised my flaming bow, drew back on the string, and released my arrow. It flew straight and true into the jugular of the Unicorn. As the Unicorn slowly died over the course of 4 hours and 18 minutes, I laughed & rolled the Mountain Three Wolf t-shirt in the glowing river of Unicorn blood...I had activated the t-shirts true powers!!! I awoke naked in Joe's Travel Plaza shower stall number 4. Sitting in a pool of my own urine, wearing the Three Wolf Moon Tee, mis-matching socks, and reeking of Teryaki Slim Jims...thank you Spanish Gypsy woman, I will never forget you.

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    When our infantry company was surrounded in the central highlands, far from base with the monsoon preventing resupply or medivacs, we soon ran out of ammo. As the advancing NVA horde steadily mowed us down we were forced to resort to a last-ditch effort at survival.

    As the sarge shouted out to the remaining few, "Fix bayonettes!!!!!" my thoughts led to Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 Gallon, 128 fl oz. A friend of my youth, due to the many miles separating Vietnam from the "real world" I had been forced to forego my previous life-long affair with my one true buddy, Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 Gallon, 128 fl oz.

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    The decades crept by but my thoughts often go back to that fateful day where I was the lone survivor out of 120 good Americans. Visiting Vietnam last year with a group of 'Nam veterans, we met some of those who had opposed us. The veterans from both sides shook hands and decided to let the past remain there. To salute our mutual forgiveness I hefted a jug of Tuscan Whole Milk, 1 Gallon, 128 fl oz. There wasn't a dry eye present.

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