"Those were the days," he says, growing slightly wistful.
When we remind him that he spent most of his high school years in a toxic relationship with a narcissistic cheerleader named Cindy, he gets defensive, forever clinging to his denial like a piece of slobber drenched rawhide.
"What you fail to understand is that Cindy was a basset hound and basset hounds are
naturally promiscuous, selfish and smelly. It was just her nature," he explains.
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