I like to slide in feet first, spikes up, like Ty Cobb.
I am not against pasta, but I will make fun of the infrastructure.
And, of course, you have toast and then something about "peaking at the right time," getting a runner's high while smoking crack . . . weapons grade plutonium, something, something, other things, and then, just maybe, Columbus Day.
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