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During the summer I work in a credit card factory. One day a painter came to re-touch a section of the floor where some heavy machinery usually sat. As I let him into the building, he said, "Ya gots them thar guh hoonkidunks?" I didn't know what that meant, and so I looked at him for a moment, just long enough to read his name tag, while he tried to make real words come out of his mouth.
He didn't succeed, and I walked away thinking, "Well, Darwin, who the fuck naturally selected you?"
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