“Gee, I wish I had a ‘sucker’ like the other girlie has—” and
“I’d like to lose you—I’m so used to you now.”
_Jest Jokes and Jingles_
Let’s now sing, with all the alcoholic accuracy possible, that old
familiar farmer’s wail: “I’ve got enough money to last me the rest of my
life, providing I die tonight.”
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