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(there at 4:20 PM graffiti in Santa's Hearse read: CALL KESHA FOR BLOW. Colin wondered whether Kesha provided fellatio or cocaine, and then, for the first time since he'd been lying motionless on the carpet of his bedroom, he indulged his greatest passion. He anagrammed: Call Kesha for blow; How all fares block).
"Well, while you were in Paducah, I sat down at this picnic table here in Bumblefug, Kentucky, and noticed that someone had carved that GOD HATES FAG, which aside from being a grammatical nightmare, is absolutely ridiculous. So I'm changing it to 'Allah Hates Baguettes.' It's tough to disagree with that. Every Kafir hates baguettes."
"Jaime les baguettes," Colin muttered.
"You and Jaime lot stupid crap."