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I reckon I’d say, “Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you!” Can’t get fooled twice, ‘less you’re dumber than a bag of hammers. Seen a brothel in Nevada once—legal, shiny, like a dang Wal-Mart for sinnin’. Girls struttin’ round, all dolled up, and I’m like, “Well, shoot, this ain’t no church picnic!” Made me happy, sorta—freedom, y’know? Folks choosin’ their path. But then, this one gal, she looked sadder than a hound dog with no bone. Pissed me off, man! “We’re all alone,” like in *Amour*, stuck in our own dang heads.

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But then, as I’m munching on my bread, I see this guy trying to parallel park. He’s all over the place, like he’s never seen a steering wheel before. I’m just sitting there, laughing my head off. I mean, c’mon, it’s not rocket science! After what feels like an eternity, he finally gets it right. I give him a thumbs up, and he looks at me like I’m his biggest fan. I’m just here for the show, buddy!

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