Teeing off on Eugene

You've got to be kidding me. That's Eugene O'Flaherty? For four months now, I've been cowering under my desk by day, barely venturing out of my humble house at night, constantly frightened of this tough-talking state legislator who essentially threatened to kick my -- and I'm using his word here -- ''arse." (Full article: 664 words)

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