It is no secret that Tubba retains lawyers. I only need one, but I like the sense of competition that redundancy instills on them. Yes, redundancy.
Sal meets me every four days at the Boston Market on Mass Ave. We do this for the following reasons:
1. Just one tip I picked up in 'Nam.
2. I like to fit Boston Market into my life. It's a company with a little thing called values.
3. Four is the highest Tubba counts. Time is money.
4. The end. (See item #3, above)
By "values," I mean 'chicken;' by "every four days" I mean 'when I text the bitch, he shows,' and by "the end" I mean 'get me some mo f'ing cashew butter.'
Now.
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