“It's my job to take them to dinner at 80 miles an hour. It's my job to stop a mile from the restaurant so they can have five pounds of crab legs and three bottles of beer apiece and then go get prime rib. It's my job to go hunting so they can fire off their guns an inch from my ear and laugh when I get startled because It's. My. Job.”
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