Anyway,how is your nose?

When I am down I like a little Bark.

What about my shoe,Bert?

I know it’s a stiletto , but murder doesn’t cure depression.

Nothing lasts…except the ten minutes before the doctor begins the 22 injections into your face.

You know I hate the way   they talk,You are going to smell the smell of human flesh burning.

It’s what we call schizoid.If they said, your own flesh burning then you’d be shouting,  and bawling.And they can’t handle that.

They are only trying to help you

That’s what Hitler said to Freud

And what did Freud say?

i prefer a cigar,myself.

I didn’t know you smoked

It’s  the new oven.

What’s the make?

Belsen,I think.

You sure?

Or Schwitz they said.

I think that’s disgusting.

Well you have to leave it all behind you.

it’s still bloody disgusting.

I agree,we are going all electric soon… starting with the chairs.

You are barking.

Or Digging ’em.

Don’t get the spade out,We’ve buried enough.

All you need is love……. it’s just the bloody hate that lurks about…..Oh,my God

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