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How many moron of these incredible sleasy backward, bad, deaf monkeys, parsing as entertainers, with thier FLOPTOPPED hair, falling about the place like Mary PICKFORD, do I have to put up with? The way I see it, a good smell in the Army would cure them, get rid of a few more capitalist barskets (OOPS!). Not being able to stand capitalism, I fail to see why those awful common lads make all that money, in spite of me and the governrnent in a society such as ours where our talent will out.

I know I'm a bald old get with glasses (SEE PICTURE). Maybe I ought to be thankful, but I doubt it…

Caviare is collected for me with Hollywood. Do you rernember when I

had dinner with that super spiffing showdog Mike 9 (Round the Wall in Eighty Days, the late) Toddy? Well he loved caviarse/great pots of it/ and he assulmed derry boddy elf did and if they didn't, they should damn it (OPPS!). You all know me, well I don't like it, and I find myself (somtimes) fighting a fierce and wonderfull verbal battle as to whether I should be forthed against my will to eat this costly delicasy from the Caspian Sea. Quite orften I lose, but thats Socialism. (You know me).

Mike (Round the Worst in A Tall Canoe, the late) Toddy would have liked me.

I suppose a lot of you have never had the chance of refusing this costly delicacy, believe me fans, you never will if we keep building all those bombs…

Until tomorrow friends when I (YOU ALL KNOW ME) will be back with the same picture, but a DIFFERENT QUOTE brothers.

Good Day, (The way I see it!)