It’s 1936 outside of the Skeesie National Bank. You’re honking on the horn of your Studebaker yelling, ‘You dumb mugs, grab the dough!’ A tall thin man and a short fat man wearing tiny masks bounce down the steps and into the car. As you swerve from side to side down Main Street, Freddy the Finger opens a burlap sack with a “$” printed on it, displaying piles of crisp green centuries.
‘Wooo-ee, It’s the corn for us tonight’ whoops Joe the Other Finger. But you know better- if you don
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22Mar
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Let me turn your attentuon to fellow Smorgasblog DCF&UUml;D: -Would you like to get seven people seriously f*cked up and feeling positively awful the whole day? Give them just one bottle of smuggled absinthe. Mix in a little white wine,…