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Joe Mama said:
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harleykwin said:
You people come outta the woodwork like cockaroaches.




And, being a native New Yorker and Yankees fan, you are an expert on cockaroaches.




You missed an excellent opportunity to make a Puerto Rican Joke. Silly Davey.

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Southie stopped pouring my drinks everytime I cheered for the Yanks last night (which sadly wasn't that often ) but on a positive note, she had a very heavy hand whenever the Sox scored. And apparently, as guest bartender, she drank as much as her "patrons".




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Your friend is one of my favorite people now, and she does the Nation proud. Hopefully, this Pavlovian exercise has trained you well.




Oh, sweetie, put down your crack pipe, because that "training" is never happening.

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Soon, you'll be cheering for the Good Guys not because you need to, but because you want to!




Hells no! Next time I'm guest bartending and fuck if she gets a drop 'o vodka outta me!

And I already am cheering for the good guys! My boys in pinstripes, baby!


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And since the Yanks did not sweep the Sox as I had hoped, Dave's picture stays hidden and he gets to hold onto his pride for another day.




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I would think that the trust and confidence I placed in you would be enough inspiration.




Oh, it is, hon - but sometimes I can't help but laugh at the idea of "outting" you. You are one ugly chica!

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Guess not - I'll have to send word to Nation leaders to pass a message along to your bartending friend. You need to be reminded of our power...




Eh, power shmower - besides, the lead bartender was a Yankee fan (good man, that one) and he rescued me from the Red Sox Whore's liquor withholding machinations. You forget, there may be Sox fans here, but you're in Yankeeland, baby. It takes a nation of millions to hold us back! And y'all don't have what it takes....

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Mo.








Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi