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("Ya gonna go sign up, right?" enthuses Joe. "A ham! A HAM, YET!" "Allaway out ta Canawsie -- fa a ham?" snorts Sally. "I'll tell'a woild!" "But..." buts Joe. "A HAM! Not a brisket -- a HAM!" "What, ya all of a sudden don' like brisket? Ya awways liked brisket. Since nineteen toity-seven ya like brisket! What's wrong wit' brisket?" "IT AIN'T HAM!" "Hmph," grumbles Sally. "Ya wan' 't'is p'ticuleh when ya woiked inna pickle fact'ry." "It's a higheh class a' woikehs at Sperry's," retorts Joe. "Ya gotta have t'right kin'a lunch t'fit in! T'ey lookit brisket an' say 'hey, lookit t'guy eatin' brisket. Hey Brisket, how ya doin'. At's whattey call me now, Brisket. I ask ya!" "Ya wannem t'callya 'Ham' instead? Izzat it? Honestagawd, Joe, t'stuff you come up wit'." "I like ham," mutters Joe. "I just like ham." "Awright," sighs Sally. "I'll go get a chance onna ham. An' maybe I'll enneh 'at baloney contes' too!")
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(If this means we can look forward to five weeks of Irwin being humiliated at boot camp, then I, for one, am all for it.)
These are still our Marines. I want to believe, I need to believe, they can pre-vet someone like Irwin out before wasting a space on him at boot camp.
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If you look up "fall guy" in the encyclopedia, you'll find a full pag...
Finally, I have a (tenuous) connection to a Page Four story. While my tie is weak, at least the Page Four story is a good one. For many years, I did business with the law firm Davis Polk, which back in '42, represented some of the heirs of the widow who was romanced by her 26-years-younger-than-she reverend. I was hoping I'd find a personal link to Jinx Falkenberg or the hero cab driver one day, but this connection is okay.
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DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE
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Where's the Dragon Lady when you need her? Oh screw it, life is cheap and the law malleable over there right now; Normandie should just kill him in his sleep and Pat will help her tie up the loose ends.
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WHAT? NO CANE???
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Looking at Bim's forearm, perhaps they should team up as the "Battllin' Gump Boys."