Go-Parts

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Go-Parts Dairy-Creme Convertibles.
I suck, at the small nibbly nub on the coin
of my opinion.

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You can be wrong when you're high. When you're blessed as such, it seems impossible. Lo -- It is not. Your comrades might set you at ease with their cannabis-as-lambent smiles, but they do not point out that you are wrong. Mistakes happen, after all.

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"Excuse Me, Mister Main."
"Yes."
It would appear that you have been posting on a site called "Absurdists Inc." Is that right?
Yes.
[Pause.] Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?
Yes.
[Long pause as sheriff-type slowly realizes you aren't talking.] You don't say. You know, a man of your age and complexion ought to be assshamed of hisself for writing that gollllddamn slander on that thurr website.

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Today I put all of my money into brass. Simultaneously launching "Brass is f-cking awesome" ad-campaign.