Every time that guy opens his mouth, He reduces the sum of human knowledge.
If this is any help – and I very strongly doubt that it will be – back in he 1980s, in an antique barn in West Stockbridge, Massachusetts, I noticed several unopened tin cans for sale, each bearing a printed label that said, "Goose Assholes."I almost purchased one, but then thought, eh, I was being silly. I moved on, instead, to a bin full of photographs of people long dead, and didn't buy any of those, either. To this day, I wonder if I would have had the intellectual curiosity, had I purchased a can of goose assholes, to open it and taste the contents, while destroying the value of my purchase.I doubt it.Yours very crankily,The New York Crank
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