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"Are those cocktail-waitress fingernail marks?" I asked Colletti as he
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answered. "This is where a case of cocktail shrimp fell on me.
I told her
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a mind of their own."
-- The Incredibly Monstrous, Mind-Roasting Summer of O.C. and Stiggs
National Lampoon, October 1982
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