Surprise, surprise, surprise!
In case you think that your good friend Old Hardhide just had his column hijacked by Gomer Pyle, I’m happy to report that you would be wrong. No, Old Gomer has not infiltrated the sacred lair of Gatorus Supremus. That was a conspicuously non-H greeting that has been resonating in the pristine ears of this leisurely leatherback since his birthday a few days ago.
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