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That was probably because he was in the house when the house burned down :D

Or he rubbed the pot roast all over his chest.

I mean, he was just an excitable boy...

Yep. That's the guy. Whether he's in Palestine, Lebanon, Ireland or Berkeley.

No wonder the CIA didn't like him!

Ahahahahahaha. I'm guessing it's that whole gambling in Havana thing.