It was a cool Saturday night.
Herbert and his buddy Shagnasty were getting ready to hit the local club.
Shagnasty was about the homeliest guy on the planet.
But all the pretty club honies loved him.
He always smelled good, dressed well, and had a lot of money.
He was a very smooth dancer like Fred Astaire.
He never left the club without a pretty babe on his arm.
Shagnasty was living the sweet life.
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