Age Old Question

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I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi where I learned the three rules of life: Lord loves a workin' man; don't trust whitey; see a doctor and get rid of it.

Nips, can you throw up a new article that says something along the lines of “Donny wants to know which of you idiots are in on the golf bet this week”?