Chapter Eighteen

Jew Barbecue

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“They don’t have that here. This is a barbecue joint! You wanna hotdog?”

“I thought we were having a late breakfast brunchamunch!”

“Stanush wanted barbecue and so do I. We had breakfast this morning. Look. Chicken fingers!”

“But I told you before I wanted waffles.”

“You want waffles. Stanley wants me to give him a million dollars. And I want Winona Ryder to come sit on my lap and put her tongue in my ear. You can have a hamburger here!”

“They can’t make fuckin’ waffles?”



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“They don’t have that here. This is a barbecue joint! You wanna hotdog?”

“I thought we were having a late breakfast brunchamunch!”

“Stanush wanted barbecue and so do I. We had breakfast this morning. Look. Chicken fingers!”

“But I told you before I wanted waffles.”

“You want waffles. Stanley wants me to give him a million dollars. And I want Winona Ryder to come sit on my lap and put her tongue in my ear. You can have a hamburger here!”

“They can’t make fuckin’ waffles?”