| Ronnie:
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| We lived in a little room, man. |
| It was, it was probably a fourth as big as, as
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| your livin' room, Frank. |
| (cough) And uh, everytime we picked a booger we’d
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| flip it on this one winduh, or wipe it there if we couldn’t flip it there,
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| y’know.
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| And uh, I guess Dwight stayed with me for about…'bout seven months,
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| wasn’t it? |
| Six months? |
| And uh, every night we’d contribute, y’know, two or
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| three or four boogers, y’know. |
| And when he left, uh my mom knew what
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| was goin' on all the time but we thought we had her hoodwinked. |
| Y’see, she
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| was smarter than we, what, than what we were. |
| An' she made us clean 'em
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| off, y’know? |
| We used Ajax and we couldn’t get them things… we had to use
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| a… had to use a putty knife, man, to get them damn things off the winduh.
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| You couldn’t even see out the winduh with all them boogers, man. |
| I’m not
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| kiddin' you (sniff). |
| An' it was big ones too, an little, and there was some
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| goober ones that weren’t even hard man, you’d just smear 'em, young ones.
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| It’s like fro-you've seen frosted glasses. |
| That wind
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| uh was just like a frosted glass with spots all over it, y’know? |
| And uh, (sniff)
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| it was- it was no good. |
| Although, th-that was the good ol' days, though. |