_ Yoooo-hooooo...
_ Over here, Gladys.
_ My, my, my...
_ I suppose you've heard the big news?
_ No.
_ Neither have I.
_ Hummina, hummina, hummina...
_ I'm becoming overly concerned regarding my ability to negotiate my way in the future; things aren't going well...
_ That, my friend, is because you are a horse's ass.
_ I knew you'd help.
_ Overly concerned with blah, blah, blah. Be done with such thinking.
_ I'm done! Let's have some chai.
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... I'm not sure where the crayons in my box came from.
... I play softball. I work the count until I get two strikes on me, and then choke-up on the bat. I don't need to hit a home run, just a good, sharp rap where nobody is. Ideally, I purposefully foul off about sixteen pitches, to the opposite field, and then smoke one down the line. I want to get into the pitcher's head and loosen some of the screws. Yoooo-hoooo...
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