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| March 3, 1967 |
Brutus is just trying to read his newspaper. Can you go talk in the kitchen or something, Gladys?
Oh my god, Brutus! You are a *mumbles random number*-year-old man! What do you care what people think? I mean, clearly it didn't bother you all that much since you came home, got out of your work clothes, and put on your signature at-home red sweater.
