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Richard Feynman

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One time I was in the men's room of the bar and there was a guy at the urinal. He was kind of drunk, and said to me in a mean-sounding voice, "I don't like your face. I think I'll push it in."
I was scared green. I replied in an equally mean voice, "Get out of my way, or I'll pee right through ya!"
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Part 4: "From Cornell to Caltech, With A Touch of Brazil", "Any Questions?"

 
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