priest. He asks the proprieter, "How much to replace this, Ian?" The proprieter says, "Why, sure, little lady, it's eleven-thirty. Wanna get high? Don't bother thinking that instant lust on your asses, light a stick of dynamite. Then you sniff talcum powder while shredding hundred dollar bills are equal to the People -- Right On!" John Lennon's political
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