Hashish Henry, the Sandwich Head Man, fired me from the convenient store job. He said I was probably just drunk or passed out and let that guy come and take all the money from the cash register. Besides, he said the story about Billy the Kid in red parachute pants was just too far-fetched for him to believe.I tried crying like Lucy in the "I Love Lucy" show, but he wouldn't buy that either. Since he now owns the store, he thinks he's like Donald Trump or something and loves to say, "You're Fired!" He just kept saying it over and over again while I finished off all the Mad Dog 20/20 wine he had on stock.
Then I headed on down to skid row to Ugly Grace's Bar and Grill.
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I'll meet you there, Lammy. I used to be the queen of the media. But after I gave Gary the Former Ghoul a golden shower, got into pornos and got involved with Dirty Dan, everything has just gone downhill.
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