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Mostly Bad Advice

by c-j-baxter

Get a job. Get a girl. Get a house. Get a coffin.   Get a jump on the morning and eat an omelette of worms. Get a newspaper with your morning loaf and read that thing cover to cover. Get real, get prepared, get in line. Get your orders from the horse's mouth and follow them to you're told otherwise. Get a grip of yourself, young man! Don’t get yourself in trouble, infected or in jail. Don’t get up after midday or go to sleep after midnight. Don’t get used to coming in first or you’ll be a wimpy sore lose. Don’t get cocky kid; don’t get smart. Don’t get ahead of yourself and think you're the man to lead all the others. Don’t get too big for your boots, young man.
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