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I am tending bar one time down the Lower East Side of New York.
A tough paloma comes in there by the name of Chicago Molly.
I cautioned her, "None of your peccadilloes in here."
There was some hot lunch on the bar comprising of succotash...
Philadelphia cream cheese...
and asparagus with mayonnaise.
She dips her mitt down in to this melange...
I'm yawning at the time, and she hits me right in the mug with it.
I jumps over the bar and knocks her down.
You were there the night I knocked Chicago Molly down, weren't you?
You knocked her down? I was the one that knocked her down.
Yeah, that's right. He knocked her down. But I was the one to start kicking her.
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