i'm still waiting for nine tips about anything.
whenever someone gets to nine, they have to find one more to get to ten, no matter how lame.
there are eight, there are twelve, and sometimes even eleven, but never just nine.
even god couldn't stop at nine.
he had to go for that dumb tenth one about coveting your neighbor's wife and slaves and house and stuff—demonstrating a little of his white male stuff.
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