Uh-oh

A week ago, my mother and I went to the city to buy snacks and stuff for preparation for Youth Conference. While were there, we went to a place called 'Jeans Alley,' which would have been innocent, if it were not for the words at the side which were: 'for gals.' Dun, dun, dun! No one around here says 'gals' unless they are 'cowboys' or have a farm. So sadly, I was dragged inside by my mother. Once there, the truth was revealed.

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