Here's more proof of his bad influence. With the tiny spy camera hidden in my corsage at our Christmas Party, I snapped these photos of Joe telling TOMMY how funny it would be to smash a beer bottle over the mouse's head once they lured it in with promises of rock stardom and cheese. Poor TOMMY - everyone's trying to spoil his image. I wouldn't be surprised to learn it was Joe who slipped me the mickey (careful, that's a pun) that made me think TOM was a Willy Wonka toy.
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No problem, baby. I even have a thesaurus, and I'm too cool for spell-check. Don't you think GI Joe's going to land us all in the slammer, the big house, the pokey? Maybe you'd bring us some cakes and cigarettes and Aquanet.
Or we could use it to keep our fingernails neat and trim so that we can play instruments and not snag pantyhose during our consecutive life sentences.
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