Cook E. Jarr was from my and my compadres' neck of the woods. Our guys would bring TastyCakes on the plane for him, and we'd give it to him during those Monday Night lounge act parties. He was a true degenerate -- he'd pause his act during the two-minute warning to watch the game, and he always explained who he had bet and why.




 
			
			
 
					
					
					
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