Let me tell you another story. You may be surprised to hear that there’s nothing I like better than sticking my hand up a little bear behind. Or up a small dog’s behind. Sometimes both at once.
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I did not achieve this position in life by having some snot-nosed punk leave my cheese out in the wind
Let me tell you a story. Back in the early 80’s I had just had a meal with my lovely wife at our favorite restaurant, Chez Quis. We were waiting outside for the valet to bring our car. The driver was new, sporting a ridiculous spiky hairstyle, constantly sneezing and wiping his nose on his sleeve, and really was quite the imbecile to boot. Anyhow, he kept bringing us the wrong damn automobile.
Only the meek get pinched. The bold survive.
This is what I told that Ferris Bueller kid in the restrooms of Chez Quis on that fateful day back in ’86.
Actually, what I really said was “Only the MEAT gets pinched. The bold survive.” I guess he must have misheard me.