way back when i was just a little bitty boy livin in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from jerry’s bait shop
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i even made employee of the month after i put out that grease fire out with my face. aw yeah, everybody was pretty jealous of me after that, i was gettin' a lot of attitude
ok like one time i was out in the parking lot trying to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil
when i see this guy marty tryin to carry a big ol sofa up the stairs all by himself
so i, i say to him, i say "hey, you want me to help you with that?"
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and then he gets all indignant on me
he’s like “hey man, i was just being sarcastic!”
well that’s just great, how was i supposed to know that?!?
ᶦ’ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ, ᶠᵒʳ ᶜʳʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ˡᵒᵘᵈ…
Besides, now he's got a really cute nickname, Torso Boy! So what's he complaining about?
say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote