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Ellers er det en ny grønsj på gang i dag. Den finnes her.

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You see, the guy goes to work every day. Eight hours a day, seven days a week. He gets his nuts so tight in a vice he starts questioning the very fabric of his existance. Then one day by quitin’ time, boss calls him into the office and says: «He Bob! Why don’t you come on in here and kiss my ass for me will you?» Well, he says: «Hell with it! I don’t care what happens. I just want to see the expression on his face as I jam this pair of scissors into his arm.»

Then he thinks of me. He say: «Wait a minute! I got both my arms. I got both my legs. At least I’m not begging for a living.» Sure enough Bob’s gonna put those scissors down and pucker right out. You see, I’m much like a moral travellight really. I’m like saying: «Red, go no further! Boo-ie, boo-ie, boo-ie, boo-ie, boo-ie, boo-ie, boo-ie, boo-ie, boo-ie…
_{Tom Waits i «fisherking»}