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“Oh, for Heaven’s Sake!”

If I were to strip down
to just my nationality. If
you were to reduce me to

the most revolting buzzword.
It’s like two punchlines walked
into a bar wearing polka-dotted

parkas. “Did one of them happen
to be Dorothy Parker?” you ask,
all innocent-like. “How should

I know, you naughty boy,” I
reply, “let’s try it and find out.”