So suddenly, suddenly, Americans are worried about my public speaking ability. Look: I owned this Camry, years back. Years. Uglier than sin, this thing. But it ran, it was dependable. I drove it into the dirt. Saved my keister more than once. Point is this: let me be your Camry
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you merely adopted the malarkey. I was born in it, molded by it
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But where is the malardoor that the malarkey fits on. That's what I want to know.
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