What's wrong with your fillies, clone? Some dame approached me at close last night and wanted my number. As I started to give it to her, I dropped her phone and smashed it. Funny part about this story is she's been texting me all day and wants me to come back to bang her. That's how gross clone bros are, there's better looking/smelling/ successful K-Staters in town and they're ready to smash first thing. I'm thinking about a follow up trip next weekend to show her what the fan man is packing.