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Actually, civilization makes me angry. I mean think about it. Once upon a time you could spend 1/2 the day fishing or hunting anywhere you wanted, come home to a house with no maintenance concerns, screw whoever was handy, crap where you wanted, then kick back and take a nap until dinner, after which you could either go paint hand prints on cave walls with your hunting buddies or take your club and pick up a new date. So what if you had to put up with excessive body hair and speak Italian. Seems worth it to me. Probably I should move to Franklin.
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