The boys in the back had the Trumpeachment on today, so any rational conversation was impossible. But on the other hand, somebody out front had Darth Vader's Imperial March from Starwars playing on permanent loop. So there was enough zaniness to keep one from going completely batty.
Minding elderly cigar-huffing yutzes is not as onerous as you might think.
I actually like the boys in the back. Like many animals, dogs for instance, they each have their own distinct personality. The fact that they are dysfunctional moral cripples does not distract from their intrinsic cuteness.
Okay, they smell a bit. Comes with the territory. Kinda like a kennel full of polecats or pooh-baboons. But being a pipesmoker whose nose decreases in sensitivity as the day progresses, I can sort of put up with that.
And so far none of them have soiled themselves yet.
These are all self-made men. The shoddy workmanship shows.
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