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Bet that sums up the series perfectly.

If the show is that popular, it can't be any good. Gaming throw up.

I intend to be the only person on Earth who has never seen one ep of that show.

Hardly.

Got dandruff?

When did I do that? Take the slot ticket, for instance... I've got fifty seven cans on the casino floor alone. It's anybody's guess which can the loser was crying about. My job? Lift, haul and dump. I'm not sifting through five cubic yards of broken glass and rotted food for something that is likely not to be found intact.

No shortage of con men out there.

And where do you draw that conclusion?

Sane and rational people.

Wrong again.

Who does that on the Boardwalk?

Toaster oven.

I'm on the Boardwalk right now.

The only moron is the guy who put the ticket in the trash. There's no way to gain it back. It's nothing but a soggy, shredded mess.

Behind her knee.

On the floor.

So? Your point?

She's showcasing a musical instrument. What's wrong with that?

There's no valid reason for it and it should be subject to fines and penalties, just the same as it is for neglected cars.

My life hasn't gotten that hopeless yet.

I don't. None of the pics can even remotely be called lewd by any rational standard. You're projecting.

Ain't happening. Not worth getting my fingers cut open.

Seriously... What's the purpose of making a motorcycle sound like a tommy gun?

No, it only takes a few broken beer bottles.

Why would anyone do that? Does anyone do that to cars?