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Allen, Allen, Allen.

You somehow thought this day would never come?

Schmuck.

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Or an easy target.

Smart as Meyer Lansky he aint,

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Agreed.

He's more of a blancmange

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Blecchhhh.

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Ya think?

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This couldn't sound more like The Godfather if Mario Puzo wrote it from Fredo's point of view

FIFY

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Wouldn't someone have to testify about what the former guy knew or didn't know about that check he signed? I mean, the Organization's attorney can say any fool thing that crosses his mind, but to actually prove the assertion would require direct testimony from someone. But who???

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It is his duty to know.

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Devin Nunes can always return to milking his cow!

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The price for being a racist old biddy!👹

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With votes!

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Way off topic, but J.D. Vance is a punk and an asshole.

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Where's the popcorn?

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Died?

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And, yes, of course these fucking idiots kept an internal set of books documenting the tally. As Mr. Horsefry explains:

“You wrote everything down, Crispin?” he said. “Why?” Crispin looked appalled. “Got to keep records, Reacher,” he said. “Can’t cover y’ tracks if you don’t know where y’left ’em. Then . . . can put it all back, see, hardly a crime at all.” He tried to tap the side of his nose, and missed.Pratchett, Terry. Going Postal (Discworld Book 33) (p. 143). HarperCollins e-books. Kindle Edition.

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