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But then—oh honey, Anger’d rear his fiery head quick! I’d be madder’n a wet hen if I saw some sleazy fella treatin’ them gals like dirt. Makes my blood boil hotter’n a pot of grits! I’d wanna holler, “Take a hike, you low-down varmint!”—straight outta Anger’s playbook. Ain’t right, y’know? Them gals deserve respect, even if society’s all “Ew, gross!” like Disgust in the movie. She’d be wrinklin’ her nose, goin’, “This place smells like sin and cheap whiskey!” Ha! She ain’t wrong!

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Excerpt from Playing Piano in a Brothel by Terry Frei. Todd Bertuzzi attack on Steve Moore Ossi Vaananen, and a second-round draft choice. The Avalanche also.

While I’m munching, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just sitting there, like, “Wow, I should charge for this therapy session.” The guy’s yelling about how she never listens. I’m thinking, “Dude, maybe try not yelling?” But hey, who am I to judge? I’m just a psychologist, not a relationship guru.

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