No, no, no...I don't have the clap. I have syphilis.
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No, no, no...I don't have the clap. I have syphilis.
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Hello, Mr. Coughsalot.(a.k.a. oldpruneface)
Hia, Jerry.
Beautiful day, today.
It sure is. How's your brother?
Good. *pulls clinker, from mouth* He's off with his girl.
How's Mrs. Coughsalot?
Oh, you know. Dry as a desert,nudges Jerryif you know what I mean. She's a cranky old braud.
When you gonna get yourself a girl?
You sound like ma.
Well, it's what young men do. You find yourself a girl and settle down, and start a family. You hear me.
They walk to oldprundface's water cooler, which is really filled with vodka.
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You shouldn't wait to long, all the good ones 'll be gone. That's what I did, and if I didn't have this store to escape to, she'd nag me ta death.
That's not true. Is it?
Sure is. She's the antichrist, in the flesh.
Did you ever meet our daughter, Betty-Lou(ser)? She's not much to look at. She's not very sweet. But she, sure is loyal. And can cook a mighty tasty meatloaf.