I used to work in Chicago, at a convenience store. I used to work in Chicago. I did but I don’t anymore. A lady walked in with some porcelain skin and I asked her what she came in for. “Liquor,” she said, and lick her I did, and I don’t work there anymore.
“And she joined a Mothers’ Club which met once a week. And she took a correspondence course in mothercraft from a school en Chicago which teaches that business by mail.”