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While David and Henry tended to the pork loin on the grill, Steph busted out a packet of stick-on mustaches. We cackled as we struck poses and took pictures of ourselves with my phone, then doubled over in laughter as we viewed them. Before I had a chance to recover from the hilarity of my cop-’stache macho-ness, Steph produced two tiny lucha libre masks for our thumbs. As we positioned our thumbs in wrestling mode, wearing those little masks, I gasped for air as tears rolled down my cheeks; an aching jocularity I hadn’t felt since last I saw my partner in crime.

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Kansaskid Sept. 30, 2009 @ 4:09 p.m.

original outlaws are the best outlaws. I will imagine you, like Butch Cassidy and Sundance or better still Thelma and Louise, bursting into immortality.

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Barbarella Fokos Sept. 30, 2009 @ 4:54 p.m.

I'm going to dig up those photos we have of that actor, obscure his face, and post them. Too funny not to share.

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LuckyJay Oct. 4, 2009 @ 9:18 p.m.

Funny how it surprised me that you were not born with "mad hosting skills"?

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Barbarella Fokos Oct. 5, 2009 @ 10:15 a.m.

If only I could be as lucky as you, Jay. For me, etiquette was a learned skill. But I scored awesome on the test. ;)

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Joe Poutous Oct. 6, 2009 @ 7:49 p.m.

wow, you 2 look like you are still trouble.

  • just add tequila.
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