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My wife's home is about 15 miles north of Thomasville, GA. On her way into town one morning, a cougar crossed the road in front of her. Later, talking about the sighting, some guy came up with the usual, "Now, little lady, how would you know what a cougar looks like?" Big mistake.
In true deep-south Southern Lady tones, she cooed, "Why, it looked just like the skin we have draped over the couch at home."
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