I always hated Monopoly. My dad always destroyed us when we would play by hording all the slum properties. Never had a desire to go back and play since I was a teenager.
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My dear girl, there are some things that just aren’t done. Such as, drinking Dom Perignon ’53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s just as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs.
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