I was doing such a good job of hiding it. How could you tell?
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I was doing such a good job of hiding it. How could you tell?
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BAF WEEK Buenos Aires, Desfile de Ona Saez en homenaje a Eleonora Margiotta de Saez.
This woman walks into a bar, and she has the hairiest armpits in the history of armpits. She sits down, raises her arm, and says, “Bartender, I would like a drink.” There’s an old drunk sitting next to her. Slurring, he says, “Barkeep, I would like to buy the ballerina a drink.” She accepts, drinks it, raises her arm again to get the bartender’s attention, and orders another. The old man says, “Barkeep, you just keep giving the ballerina anything she wants.” Finally, the bartender goes over to the drunk and says, “Sir, that’s nice of you, but how do you know she’s a ballerina?” The old man answers, “Son, you don’t get to be my age without learning that only ballerinas can lift their legs that high.”