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The edges of his robe were frayed from years of wandering, the desert sands taking its toll on
Redd Foxx's old house. It was an awesome house. Looking around, we found one of his
Playboy mags rolled up and stuffed into an old teapot. Now we had an idea what the guy did in his spare time. What a
waste of time. It would have been much better spent organising all of the
files, which took all day, and was such a pain to do.
But sometimes the inconvenience seems somehow worth it. Like in trampling the daisies, you avoided the dog shit on the lawn.
