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| So then my wife says, "HOLD THE GODDAMN PICKLES!" | |
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| Ha ha. What a story. Now... how'd you get started hammering nails into your skull? | |
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| Oh for... you know I hate to go on these things and just talk about my work. | |
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| I'm sorry. It's what the audience wants. | |
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| Look, the nail thing is just something I do for money. Just the way folks at home deliver mail or milk cows. | |
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| Except you hammer pointy steel things into your forehead. | |
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