” “Okay. u think I stayed in a jail cell, and went through that trial, all of that, because I couldn’ t doanything about it? You poor jig slob. would end up as a pile offucking ashes somebody might use to sprinkle over a flower garden, thereby providing this ghoul with hissingle opportunity to be of some use to the human race. “ Like the fat kid in The Little Rascals.
The message was that he was here for a while. a foul, stinking pitor pen, smearing itself with feces, rubbing its privates on the gnawed skin of a dead rattlesnake, moanin I’ m beginning to feel a bit peaky. He explained that he intended to refuse, and he’ dwanted to suggest we act in concert.
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