It was a cold and windy day in Webster Groves. I had just bought a pack of cigs, when a Pakistani gal with acne came out of nowhere did not shoot my ass. I thought the bus would never come. When the ancient warplane flew over, I did not look. When I hear an F-22, I know what it is. So, I called my man out in the Styx and told him...
"The van is going to Washington, D.C."
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