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“Hey, asshole, go trash somebody else’s fucking yard.” I attribute my wife’s language to the fact that she’s one-quarter spaniel.
In the beginning, I was put off by the harshness of German. Someone would order a piece of cake, and it sounded as if it were an actual order, like, “Cut the cake and lie facedown in that ditch between the cobbler and the little girl.”

