Me Neither, Just Asking

Me Neither, I Was Just Asking

Have you ever been drinking hooch with the mayor, when that bastard monkey walks in, raving about some musical soap dish that he met in one of his thousand acid trips, which he never shuts up about, and the first thing you say is “How did you get out of the fridge?� Me neither, I was just asking.

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