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| There was once a fellow in a drugstore who seemed to be taking particular delight in loudly announcing to anyone who would listen that I had much more weight on my frame than he regarded as acceptable | |
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| After a minute or two of his blathering, I walked right up to him, got in his face and said: “Where the hell did you learn to whisper? A sawmill?! | |
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| It’s my body and my business… I suggest you get out of my sight before I decide to make you sing soprano for the rest of your miserable life What are you waiting for fool?! I said MOVE IT!†| |
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| Needless to say, he quickly scurried out of the store with his tail tucked between his legs. The pleasantly plump check-out clerks applauded me. | |
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| The handsome man next to me shook my hand and bought me the candy bar of my choice. I went home feeling fine. I just don’t play that smack. | |
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