(Murmurs among the patrons)
...it's Fat Bastard
...that rat bastard
...I mean, there's faggedaboudid and faggedaboudid.
...just pictures of her naked with other guys
...we don't want no sandwiches, Fat Bastard
...ah, faggetabodid
-(Barkeep) No sandwiches today, Fat Bastard?
- (Jimmy the Bitch) Hey, how's about lay off, huh? The man's paid his debt.
-(barkeep) Yea, all right, all right. Here's a beer and pickled eggs, on the house. Is that good, Fat Bastard?
- (Fat Bastard) Yea, that's good.
- (Clive) And get him a sandwiches.
- (Jimmy the Bitch) Nah, no sandwiches.... No more sandwiches.
- (barkeep) Hey Fat Bastard, you should get one of them seeing eye dogs.
- (Jimmy the Bitch) That's good thinking Lou. They're great for protection and for when you get the blues. You should look into it.
- (Fat Bastard) Yea, I'll do that Jimmy.
-(voices among the bar)
...my goomah had one of them German Shepards
...you ain't had no goomah since your wife found out
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