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and I lay by a cypress as quiet as a stone 'til the bleeding stopped I blew the weather vane off some old road house I build a fire in the skeleton back seat of an old Tucker and I pulled on trouble's braids --Tom Waits--
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3 comments:
Now that's my kind of bomb plot...hilarious.
I know what was going on there, he was at home drink'in the milk and eat'in the broccoli, text book case.
Sounded like a dirty bomb.
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