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the horrible truth about me and Kenny Rogers...

Cami Kaos

28 Oct 2009 — 1 min read

Confession time babies. I have to come clean. Tell you something. Let it all out.

I want to start with a clean slate with you guys and I don't see how I can do that without you knowing a little bit of my history. My upbringing. Something that scarred me and I'm sure kind of made me who I am today.

While for many people their first concert is a fine and glorious event mine was a thing of nightmares. My mom and her sister (the super fan) took me to the State Fair. There in the early hours of the night I was forced (with the screaming teeming masses) to listen to and watch KENNY ROGERS perform live and in person. Probably in a white polyester suit of some kind.

I'm fairly certain I recall my aunt flinging her panties at the stage.

So now do you have a better idea of what is wrong with me? Let me repeat that for you:

MY AUNT THREW HER PANTIES AT KENNY ROGERS!!! In front of me.

I think that's way more viable than the twinkie defense.

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