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[elinorwise]

Donald was a permanent resident of Rockville, in
the state of Daddy Cool. He wore pink-rimmed specs with
thick lenses, belt-in-the-back slacks, and saddle shoes so
grotesquely square they were authentically crazy, man. His
face was an exploding zit-factory below a Brylcreem-loaded
Bobby Rydell duck’s ass. He looked like he might get his first
kiss from a real live girl around the age of forty-two, but he
was fast and funny with the mike, and his record collection
(which he called “the stack-o-wax” and “Donny B.’s round
mound of sound”) was, as previously noted, the ginchiest.

Боже, мне пришлось гуглить это всё по отдельности, НО КАКАЯ ЖЕ ОФИГЕННАЯ КАРТИНКА ПОЛУЧИЛАСЬ, я не могу просто  


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