Hosho McCreesh

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“Just keep answering the goddamned bell.”

“Laugh up to the endandthrough it.”

“He didn't say he was a lawyer...I said he was.” And the cop says “Uh…”

“Drink up,” he says,“being a little drunkmakes everythinga little bitbetter.”

“It ain’t just anyonewho’d come for usafter sixteen years…”

“And after he drives away your buddy says, “A fuckingJaguar? Seriously?” “Honestly,” you say,“he deserved to have his fence smashed upjust for that.”

“You the drunkest white man I
ever seen!” one says,which you take ashigh praise,”

“so your uncle tellsyour brother,“There’s morechairs in theshed.” And your brother says,under his breathso almost no one can hear, “Well,what if I don'twant to sitin the shed?”

“I’m gonna shine myself about 20 pair-a shoes, make about $100...or I'm gonnakill somebody…”

“Riiiight,” you interrupt, “I was just checking to make sure thatwhat me and my friend dowas actually none of yourgoddamned business…”

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he says,“we’re gonna pick upthose rocks right there,and we’re gonnasmash out the windowsof that cop car…”

“Stalking the dusty curio-aisles ofsome crazy Asian market,“Jezus,” you sayto your buddy,“we should ask that dudewhich aisle the fucking Gremlins are on…”

“They don't give blue ribbons to second-place beers.”

“Tanqueray & Tonic: It’s like you…only better!”

“Only fascists drink white wine!”