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Once, I heard this story—some chick in Vegas got paid in casino chips! True story, swear on my Duff! She’s all, “Cash me out, baby!”—hilarious, right? I’m laughin’, but then—D’oh!—I’m sad again, ‘cause it’s messy, ya know? These gals got lives, and here I am, a doofus, oglin’ ‘em. “Blessed are the forgetful,” I mutter, wishin’ I could zap this night outta my skull like Joel and Clem. Maybe I’ll stick to donuts—safer, cheaper, and Marge won’t kill me! D’oh!

Ada Hooker

Jesus lovingly and compassionately communicated with a Pharisee and a prostitute in the same setting. He compromised with neither, while manifesting God's love.

I might add sooo many quirks, errr, like sometimes I daydream bout being in that film, "Synecdoche, New York," wonderin' if everything is art or just life passin' by. We all try hidin' in the mundane, but here, every brick whispers "live!"

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