I gather many of you think I'm a big 'ol bigot because I call that Arab market next door "Habib's" although that's not its name. Presumably, anyway; none of us know its official name. I doubt the owners know. But the owners sure know "Habib", as you can plainly see emblazoned on the license plate attached to the cherry red Ferrari all that rotten onion and wilted cilantro supposedly paid for. It must belong to a co-owner, otherwise DOINTBIG would have had it towed faster than you could say "excuse me, but this watermelon is as soft as my left asscheek". We're obviously all in the wrong business.
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