Well...now....I won't go into the ladies helping me dress, as a gentleman does not discuss these things. But I will say that I will never forget Big Mick's Last Stand when he swore he couldn't go on because his costume would not go above his knees. Then he thought about getting helped into it by the Demonic Damsels or even Madcap Mary herself, and found that by throwing all kinds of things out of his pockets -- spuds, old credit card slips, a bottle opener, two driver's licenses in other names, a solver pocket flask, a couple of unused birth control devices, a wallet and what looked like an inflatable "On Strike" sign -- he was able to squeeze into the damn pony, so to speak, ignoring the neighs of protest. It was a good try, though.

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