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Don’t eat chicken noodle soup from a saucepan leaned back in a recliner because your neighbor could hit his wife in the back of the head with a cue ball and the cops might siren down your street causing you to flinch and spill hot broth on your chest; I have a bone to pick with the coward.
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
I have a bone to pick with my neighbor
Don’t eat chicken noodle soup from a saucepan leaned back in a recliner because your neighbor could hit his wife in the back of the head with a cue ball and the cops might siren down your street causing you to flinch and spill hot broth on your chest; I have a bone to pick with the coward.
doug-potter
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
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