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At The Bar "Use da voidical butt-trust," he says. "Knock dem out on de beaches!" Never tell him a thing, unless he stops to examine his breeches. "Whack dem a mouse on de eye," he says. "Give dem a kick in da groin!" Never inquire his home address, but slowly turn the coin. Doesn't he have a wife, you ask, why does he meddle with Nato? Why does he brandish his knife, you ask, a jimmy for peeling potato? Why does he lay down his life, you ask, for a rabble of raving psychato? |
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