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I saw H.S.T. outside of of Rugs-A-Million today while we were driving past. I wound down the passenger window of our car, "Scruffy" (well, I pressed a button, and the wing-clipped vampire bats inside the door-panel wound the window down, silently...well at least outside of my hearing range).
"Hey, Thommo! You buyin' a rug for that shiny pate of yours, ya mad bugger?"
He shot me in the face with a blunderbuss. Silly bastard doesn't even know he's dead. Gawd, did I laugh?!
Then we ran into a family tree. Things got kinda serious after that...
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