It's like walking into a men's clothing store, asking the clerk if he can help you find a suit, and having him say, "Sure, but first I need to deal this gentleman a few games of craps."
Tag: Gas Station
The Second-Rate Scientist Report for August 16, 2019
A (surprisingly food-heavy) roundup of second-rate thoughts from a first-rate week.
That’s Not How I Ro . . .Nah, Too Obvious
The burritos at the gas station proudly claim to be “Hand-Rolled.” Yeah, that’s not really upping the appeal for me.