Every thursday night for about 3 years my parents would go to a local country bar that did line dancing. They had the most emberassing city slicker-esque cowboy clothes getup. Tons of tassles, white leather. Ugh. They even made me come one time and my mom got mad I wouldn't line dance with them.
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