18. Mary Anne, I’m getting a premonition that born 10 years from today, a sad … no sadist .. no satirist, who will shuck shit at our shifty, slick, sneaky, swindling, son-of-a-bitching (sorry dear), sack of sauerkraut. His name … uh crack, uh smack, uh flack, aw shac-I just can’t get it!
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