Think of your secretary…
I’m tired.
Tired of playing the game.
Ain’t it a crying shame?
I’m so…tired.
Threads like this turn my mind into a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.
::They didn’t really hang the horse, did they?::
No, they shoot horses.
Excuse me, while I whip this out.
If you shoot him, you’ll just make him mad.
Goddamnit, You use your tongue purtier than a twenty dollar whore!
Candygram for Mongo!
Little bastard shot me in the ass.
Need some help?
Mongo only pawn in game of life.
I’d like to extend a laurel, and hardy handshake to our new…
Watch me! Faggots!
Gentlemen, we’ve gotta protect our phony baloney jobs!!!
Work, work, work, work…a governor’s job is never done.
My mind is a raging torrent…
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The affairs of state must take precedence over the affairs of state!
Up yours, n…
Nope, I can’t do it either.
No, dang blabbit, the Moderator’s a doper!
You’d do it for Randolph Scott.
Aw, blow it out your ass, Howard.