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| October 25, 1967 |
Why is this guy crossing in the middle of the street without waiting for the cars to pass? You don't know how traffic works? You couldn't walk probably 50 feet to a crosswalk, buddy?
Brutus hopes that tonight is the night he finally chokes and dies on one of Gladys' leftover-tasting meals.
I can't get over that Arnie's wife is named Althea.
