Redskin Negro Right Hand Man I told him I didn't have a picture I.D. but I was an American Indian fresh out of prison and I was in a hurry. I also told him to take the Redskin cigar store Indian out front and shove it up his ass. Them days are gone forever, unless you play football.

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It had been a while since I had a good sirloin steak so the price was no big deal.  The medium rare steak came with smothered onions and a good looking women placed the plate in front of me. 

Old-timers like me had to turn the pages of their memory book but I hadn't seen that good looking of a woman in a long time.

In fact, it had been nine years and thirteen days since I drank a beer and ate a great steak.  My first stop had been to the cigar and cigarette store across the street when the youngster asked me for my I.D.

I told him I didn't have a picture I.D. but I was an American Indian fresh out of prison and I was in a hurry.  I also told him to take the  Redskin cigar store Indian out front and shove it up his ass. Them days are gone forever, unless you play football.