{"product_id":"9781486421084","title":"Doesticks What He Says - The Original Classic Edition","description":"Finally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition of Doesticks What He Says.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work by Q. K. Philander Doesticks, which is now, at last, again available to you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside Doesticks What He Says:\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMan came back with the beer, drank it to the last drop, and wished there had been a gallon more-walked out on a rock to the edge of the fall, woman on the shore very much frightened-I told her not to get excited if I fell over, as I would step right up again-it would not be much of a fall anyhow-got a glass of beer of a man, another of a woman, and another of two small boys with a pail-fifteen minutes elapsed, when I purchased some more of an Indian woman, and imbibed it through a straw; it wasnt good-had to get a glass of beer to take the taste out of my mouth; legs began to tangle up, effects of the spray in my eyes, got hungry and wanted something to eat-went into an eating-house, called for a plate of beans, when the plate brought the waiter in his hand. I took it, hung up my beef and beans on a nail, eat my hat, paid the dollar a nigger, and sided out on the step-walk, bought a boy of a glass of dog with a small beer and a neck on his tail, with a collar with a spot on the end-felt funny, sick-got some soda-water in a tin-cup, drank the cup and placed the soda on the counter, and paid for the money full of pocket-very bad headache; rubbed it against the lamp-post and then stumped along; station-house came along and said if I did not go straight hed take me to the watchman-tried to oblige the station-house, very civil station-house, very-met a baby with an Irish woman and a wheelbarrow in it; couldnt get out of the way; she wouldnt walk on the sidewalk, but insisted on going on both sides of the street at once; tried to walk between her; consequence collision, awful, knocked out the wheelbarrows nose, broke the Irish woman all to pieces, baby loose, court-house handy, took me to the constable, jury sat on me, and the jail said the magistrate must take me to the constable; objected; the dungeon put me into the darkest constable in the city; got out, and here I am, prepared to stick to my original opinion.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Emereo Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47125977759984,"sku":"9781486421084","price":7.49,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9781486421084_p0.jpg?v=1763634702","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9781486421084","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}