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i’ve started on a negroni for the evening and i dont wanna fight so lemme say: before the next course your french waiter comes over and scrapes the bread crumbs off the table.

scrape the goddamn breadcrumbs! the meal will be more enjoyable than pretending theykre not there.

i am not a maoist nor about to become one. but shit needs to be dealt with to get to the good parts.

ok... if i find the darling clementine i will go throgh it with a flea comb for you

but wait... is this the one with the drunken indian? haaaa haaaa haaaaa haaaaaaaa

the drunken indian...

alright, later, good night