We camped out in the Tavern at Bedford Springs to catch a Stanley Cup finals game. As we lingered in the bar area I was blinded by a light. Then there was smoke. When I turned to investigate I learned it was just this smokin' hot rhinestone six-shooter pistol shirt worn by a guy with a handlebar mustache. I think it's especially poetic that the handlebar mustache and the rhinestone pistol shirt exist on the same person.
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