This morning, I was trying to tell one of my clients about the bizarre stuff I saw in New York last week. I told her that right in the middle of Times Square, there was a fellow in his underwear and a cowboy hat singing with his guitar, and on the seat of his shorts it said he is called the Naked Cowboy (see here and here).
The young woman from Buchanan County was unimpressed. She replied that you wouldn't have to look around Hurley too long to come across some old boy drunk and out on his front porch singing country songs in his underwear just about every Friday night.
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