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By day, Hetherington spent his days patrolling the highways of Coney Island, baiting passers by in his thick Brooklyn brogue..
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| whoever sold you that suit had a wonderful sense of humour! | |
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| blow me, you little prick... | |
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One day he stumbles across Our Lord Jesus Christ, pogoing across the road on his crucifix...blatantly ignoring the 'Don't Walk' sign... but Hetherington is vigilant...
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| hey!! schmuck!!i'm rolling here..! what are you, the freekin' messiah? | |
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...and rightfully hands him over to the authorities...who give jesus a 3 year stretch for jaywalking... earning hetherington an honorary prison wardship
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| what am i, a frickin' beagle on a ball?... do i amuse you?... jesus schmeezus...(etc) | |
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