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riffraffs ragtags and roughscuffs

my dad had some braggadocio stories about being tough he told me, we were riffraffs, ragtags, and roughscuffs they knew us as the Southside Gang, boy, were we rough! I grinned at my Daddy, who had never seemed rough or tough. He has lots of these stories, trying to make me think he was gruff. Full of escapades and narrow escapes, lots of extra made up stuff. If I had called him on it, he would have walked off in a huff. so I pretended that my daddy was tough, and this was not fluff.

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Date: 9/25/2024 11:13:00 AM
From the title on, enjoyed this! Why not let the old man tell his tales, his whoppers, by golly, yes!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/25/2024 12:52:00 PM
he talked big and showed his fisticuffs, but we never saw him hurt anyone, or even raise his voice. He was a gentle giant.

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