Bill Hicks

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I never got along with my dad. When I was a kid, other kids would come up to me: “My dad can beat up your dad.” I’d go, “When?… He cuts the lawn on Saturdays. Nail him out there when he’s got those Bermuda shorts, red tennis shoes, and sock garters on.”

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