You’re going to sleep with the fishes, Herbert, you son of a bitch.


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If you sit down at the dinner table and your wife plunks this thing down in front of your face, it’s her passive aggressive way of letting you know that she wants to fucking kill you. Your dinner is in on it. You’ve been warned.

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