The miserable bastards are fighters, whatever the fuck else they are subhuman, I guess.
NEWYORKER: Rat Beach
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Yet it was the reason he was now crouched behind a ficus, eavesdropping while a girl he wanted to fuck got treated to an earful of Kate on his phone!
NEWYORKER: Another Manhattan
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No matter what the fuck he pulled and my brother pulled a lot of shit, a lot of shit she was always a hundred per cent on his side, as only a Latin mom can be with her querido oldest hijo.