est (the tits of easy living, Henry called them whenever he saw a pair underneath some guy's polo shirt) wobbling. 'Jesus-Christ-bananas! Kiss my bender! Doodlyfuck! Bite my bag!' Then he stopped and accessed Jonesy's driving skills again. Snowe, aka The Retard Academy, although by then Duddits had gone on to Vocational. Never mind.
He could still see the thing inside, thrashing and shuffling, dining on the driver. 'They get rabies up the old wazoo. The Beav had come back through the blowing snow and hadn't been able to make out if Jonesy was up in the tree-stand or not, not for sure. He could lay them down on the bathroom floor, walk over them, and get a better look into the tub.
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