"Bobby Bell's fingers numbered four to a hand. His thumb and pointer were identical to God's, but the others were just fleshy stubs, stunted and fused, and only two, on each slender paw."
-from "Guests," by Robert Boswell
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"According to Don Armando, the number of pendejos, even as you read this, is innumerable. It has been estimated that if pendejos could fly, the skies would be darkened and we would enter a new ice age. The pendejos would get a severe sunburn." -Jose Antonio Burciaga
Dr. Desiree's the burning boy.
"Got tight last night on absinthe. Did knife tricks." - Ernest Hemingway
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