Twub Twank Stuff

He was a creep in a wet limousine, judging all the wankers and the hankers on the street. Some stood at the corners, others occupied the boulevard. Every one was better than: something or other. Which brought them at last to somebody's hurried, worried heart attack. It was a banker spanker's holiday, if nothing else!

How are you, then? Lost in the attic? Wasted in the basement? Turned loose in the alley? Are you licensed to do these things?

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