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“Certain motherfuckers think they can fuck with my shit, but you can't kill the Rooster. You might can fuck him up some times, but, bitch, nobody kills the motherfucking Rooster. You know what I'm saying?”

Quote by David Sedaris

Book:Me Talk Pretty One Day
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Me Talk Pretty One Day

In this collection of essays, David Sedaris delves into his personal anecdotes and observations, often with a focus on his struggles with language and communication. The essays are characterized by their wit and self-deprecating humor, offering readers a glimpse into the author's life and his unique perspective on the world. more

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David Sedaris
David Sedaris

David Sedaris, born on December 26, 1956, is an American humorist. His works are known for their unique sense of humor and profound insights into everyday life. Sedaris' writing often takes the form of memoir, narrating his personal experiences and observations. more

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