Forget it, Jake. It's Chinatown.
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My pop was real big. He did like he pleased. That's why everybody worked on him. The last time I seen my father, he was blind and diseased from drinking. And every time he put the bottle to his mouth, he don't suck out of it, it sucks out of him until he shrunk so wrinkled and yellow even the dogs didn't know him. I'm not saying they killed him. They just worked on him. The way they're working on you.
I'm a goddamn marvel of modern science.
I can no longer sit back and allow Communist infiltration , Communist indoctrination, Communist subversion, and the international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids.
"I saw three of these dusters a short time ago. They were waiting for a train. Inside the dusters, there were three men."
"So?"
"Inside the men, there were three bullets."
Oooh, xposty with Gandalfe.
Well, I sort of lay there in pain, but I love it. I really love it. I lay there hovering between consciousness and unconsciousness. It's really the greatest.
I know Kung Fu.
God has a hard on for Marines, because we kill everything we see. He plays His games, we play ours. To show our appreciation for so much power, we keep heaven packed with fresh souls. God was here before the Marine Corps, so you can give your heart to Jesus, but your ass belongs to the corps.
This is the part where you fall down.