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"Did anybody ever tell you how funny you are?" "No." "That's understandable."

"Manny, what are you doing working in auto parts?" "Resting. My ambition is handicapped by laziness."

"Listen," said Jan, "what time is it? I want to know what time it is." "Well, let's see, we set the clock by the radio at midnight last night. We know that it gains 35 minutes every hours. It says 7:30 pm right now but we know that's not right because it's not dark enough yet. O.K. That's 7 and one half hours. 7 times 35 minutes, that's 245 minutes. One half of 35 is 17 and one half. That gives us 252 and one half minutes. O.K., that's 4 hours and 42 and one half minutes we owe them so we set the clock back to 5:47. That's it 5:47. It's dinner time and we don't have anything to eat."

For each poster you took out there was a new poster to replace it. Each one took forever. It was endless.

He jumped up on the dusty seats, began walking along ripping out old posters with his can opener. So that's how those things get up there, I thought. People put them there.

Jeg fortsatte å fortelle meg selv at ikke alle damer i verden var horer, bare min.

Ikke noe er verre enn å avslutte en god driterunde, for så å strekke seg ut og oppdage at toalettrullholderen er tom. Selv det mest forferdelige mennesket på jorda fortjener å tørke ræva si.

Den åpne munnen hennes presset seg mot min. Den smakte spytt og løk og gammel vin og (forestilte jeg meg) sæd fra fire hundre menn.

Jeg tok med meg fem halvflasker whisky i kofferten på bussen. Hver gang noen satte seg ved siden av meg og begynte å snakke, dro jeg fram en flaske og tok en lang slurk. Jeg kom fram.