Christopher Hitchens and I have clashed horns by night before, and I have walked away discouraged. Never again! Knowing what I now know, I am confident in declaring myself WINNER OF ALL TIME, ONE-HUNDRED PERCENT TROPHY-TOUCHER, TAKE THAT HITCHENS YOU SWEAT TOO MUCH.
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Strange, on the same night I dreamed of Mr. Hitchens and he was only a torso from the waist up and a disembodied right hand. I guess there just wasn't enough of him to cover the demand. I wonder who got the head? So to speak.
I like your version better! He would be capable of more.
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