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it's my strawberry letter for today,

and the subject is, this is my kitchen, not your mama's.

Uh-oh, uh-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, my mama.

Wait for you to read this one.

I know.

Yes.

It means exactly what it says for once, okay?

But my mama dog?

Yeah, my mama dog.

All right, we'll get into that in just a few.

Right now, the nephew is here with today's prank phone call.

What you got for is, Neff?

Well, it's time for a divorce.

I just think it's time for a divorce.

I do.

Wait, June, time for a divorce. I just think it's time for a divorce. I do. Wait, Junior just got married. I understand that. I understand that. It's too strong. But it's time for a divorce. But we're going to divorce a little differently, though. Okay. We're going to divorce by facts. By facts. We're going to fax the divorce paper. You understand what I'm saying? Like, F-X. You know, people don't even fax no more. No one has a fax machine. Oh, I thought you meant F-F-T-S. Oh, you've got one. You just ain't using it. It's over there in the corner with the card wrapped around it. You still got it. You just don't use it. You know. In a fax machine. Oh, my God. Well, I remember when facts was the bomb, boy. What are they talking about? This right here is divorce by facts. Divorce by Fax. Let's go, Ketop. Sales, I'm going to help you.

I'm trying to reach Mr. Kirby.

How are you?

I'm good.

How are you? Good. Listen, my name is Casey. I've come by a couple times, but I haven't been able to, actually, when I come to the office, I guess you're out on doing sales. I've not been able to get in contact with you when I come by. Are you near a fax machine right now, sir?

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