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Many years ago I had to go to Fucking Crown Heights Brooklyn to do a PC repair in mid August for a Hasid Kike. Soon as he opened the door I knew it was going to be a long day. He took me to a small room, NO AC, closed the door behind us and stood and watched me, because ya know...KIKE. Anyway, I laid the tower on its side, cracked the case and stuffed my mug as far in as could and still get my hands in because the burned system board smelled better than HE did. Fuckin kike.