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"At least I'm not a Commie-Pinko"

"At least I'm not a close minded hick," Shannie retorted

"At least I'm not so open minded my brain falls out"

"Yours already did," Count said

My head bounced back and forth with their taunts "We going to exchange pleasantries all day?" Shannie said ju from the tree She led the way towards the junkyard

"Here, this is for you" Count handed off the bag of steaks like a football The bag sla is a mean mother You should've seen what he did to the last kid He took a chunk out of the poor bastard's ar went after him," Count answered

"No shit," I said "What happened to his ar like that They had to chop it off," Count smiled

"You're full of shit," I protested

"Honest to God After they chopped his arm off, the owner of the Junkyard, Da down the hill

"Yeah, Gus the Russian Jeas so pissed he told the kid's parents he would press charges for trespassing unless they gave hi"

"You're full of it," I hoped he was lying "Why didn't the kid rat you out?"

Count laughed, "I told the pecker head I'd tear off his other arm and shove it up his ass, then he would walk around with a tail looking like the rat bastard he is"

"Bullshit!" I cried

"It ain't bullshit It happened," Shannie said

"Why did the dog go after hih the rel Come to think of it, that was the only other tiet a fresh cut Probably wanted a porterhouse or soerow and stared at the chain link fence As I stood betweenthe top "Ever cliawked at the stacks of wrecked and rusting hulks of dead Ford's and Chevy's

"There's a first tiot to be absolutely quiet, you can't even fart You don't want Duke Nuke 'e ya"