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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 281 of 307 You're screwed. You can't win. It seriously just now hit me "What just hit you?" "You're gonna spill." He went into some kind of thoaty James Cagney impression and said, "You're gonna sing like a canary." Then he went back to his regular graveling voice, "You won't be able to handle it when she rejects you. You're gonna get all teary eyed. Your bossom is gonna fill with guilt and sadness and then you are going to pray that a rush of honesty will cleanse you and you will repent." \ "What in the hell are you talking about? You don't know me. Yeah, I go to church but you've got no idea what's in my head or in my heart. You don't know shit about me, Steve. You don't know one goddamn thing. I'm tired of your big smug goddman know-it-all bullshit! Did a bishop bang your wife and now you want to take it out on anyone that irons a goddman shirt and throws on a tie on a Sunday morning so he can play dress-up and see his friends and family?" "Slow down there, Tiger. Don't go wrecking this whole thing. You're the best employee I've ever found. It's time for you to come on home." Steve sighed like a wise bull. "What?" "Pull the wax out of your ears, boy. It's over." |