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I mentioned Monty Hall In what I thought was casual conversation. Maybe I interjected, ...yeah, like Monty Hall. But still, A woman taking a drink of ***** gurgled, A fella rolling a spliff snickered; Even the dart thrower stopped; They chorused in unison, Who? **** Monty Fecking Hall. Door #'s 1, 2, 3?* The few listening were confused. Maybe it was the tone I used. One face had a glimmer, Almost a gesture of recognition Tracing his  pierced eyebrow. *Really! Monty Fecking Hall.* One day, in the not too distant future, They'll hear, What's a Fecking Jedi?
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 9:35 AM UTC
Even the Guy Throwing Darts Stopped
I mentioned Monty Hall In what I thought was casual conversation. Maybe I interjected, ...yeah, like Monty Hall. But still, A woman taking a drink of ***** gurgled, A fella rolling a spliff snickered; Even the dart thrower stopped; They chorused in unison, Who? **** Monty Fecking Hall. Door #'s 1, 2, 3?* The few listening were confused. Maybe it was the tone I used. One face had a glimmer, Almost a gesture of recognition Tracing his  pierced eyebrow. *Really! Monty Fecking Hall.* One day, in the not too distant future, They'll hear, What's a Fecking Jedi?
francie-lynch
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 9:35 AM UTC
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