OK then.
Time slows down right before an accident, and I had time to think about things. I thought about what an undertaker had told me once—that your hair keeps growing, for a while anyway, after you die, and then it stops. I thought, “What keeps it growing? Is it like a plant in soil? What goes out of the soil? The soul? And when does the hair realize that it’s gone?”
So, what’s the deal? Gary says triple homicide.
Let me tell you everything you need to know. You may think you’re tough, but I eat men like you for breakfast.
You go for a man hard enough and fast enough, he don’t have time to think about how many’s with him; he thinks about himself, and how he might get clear of that wrath that’s about to set down on him.
Served and witnessed. You have a real nice evening.
You’re a smooth smoothie, you know?
Post 116
You were quoting the parole board guy - I was quoting the hayseed in the bank.
You’re not wrong, [TreacherousCretin], you’re just an asshole! 
No, I don’t really think TreacherousCretin is an asshole. I promise.
The personal rancor reflected in that remark I don’t intend to dignify with comment.
Oh KAY, then.
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She’s distressed. He’s concoined. She explains her predicament and . . . enter the light lunch!
What… are you nuts? We had pancakes for breakfast. Gotta go to a place I can get a shot and a beer, steak, maybe, not more fuckin’ pancakes, c’mon.
- 'Slaw cup ?
- What the hell.
You must be here to fix the cable.
Phone’s ringing, Dude.
There’s what’s right and there’s what’s right and never the twain shall meet.
Would that it 'twere so simple.