Bigshizz...gee whiz!

Here I was, minding my own bidness, firmly believing that belonging to the Witless Protection Program would keep me safe, then out of left field comes a long-range cross-coastal volley from Bigshizza.
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I was finally developing a tolerance for White Owl seconds, and then this good s**z comes along. How will I ever go back to coach? I can't. I won't.

I was finally developing a tolerance for White Owl seconds, and then this good s**z comes along. How will I ever go back to coach? I can't. I won't.
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I guess that's what happens when you're one of Jim's "Old Friends". Great stuff you got there, raisin.