“Harry, you’re small,” I said. “You’re tiny, little, inadequate, diminutive, meager, undersized, and paltry—and the only way we’ll see eye to eye is if you stand on top of a lunch counter.” Then I assumed fighting stance number forty-one, the ass of the aardvark. It’s a simple position to assume but difficult to hold without getting arrested.
— Sep 20, 2015 09:46AM
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