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When I was growing up, anytime there was a loud noise, such as a dropped pot, my dad would say "There ain't no joy in our house, since Nellie got the gong." He also would say "Had for the round house Nellie, they can't corner you there."
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If after I depart this vale you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost,
forgive some sinner, and wink your eye at some homely girl.
H.L. Mencken
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