Monday, March 17, 2008


Oh hell, if I could find a woman to come in here, as long as I had enough goddamn grub, I’d never go out. A man couldn’t ask for anything more. Christ he’d have the world right by the ass. But you take these women plaster the goddamn perfume and deodorant to ‘em and shit they don’t even smell like women. Christ, years ago they never shaved the hair off under their arms, and stuff today, they shave it off, scared to death, Jesus Christ, a bubble of sweat come on ‘em, they wipe it off and spray some shit it. Bob

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