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Turd Feels Like Chopped Beef

“Thanks for talking Mom and Dad into letting me come along, Joe,” said Stanley.
“Anytime! I hate driving alone.”
“Thanks a lot,” grumbled Turd. “What am I chopped beef?”
“No, you’re the guy who keeps sticking his hand through the windshield and raising the wipers!”