We sponsored a pig for the Mulege Annual Pig Races, and we called him Artie, after our visitor, Arthur Traub. Arthur is a pretty highend shrink, so he whispered some psychobabble to Artie, and even doused him with some cerveza, but Artie lost the race anyway. Then the three biggest losers of the races entered a race for the Biggest Loser, but Artie was pushed ahead of another pig, against his will, mind you...which put him across the line first instead of last...so...he lost the loser's race. I know...complicated...
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