Well... I do... sometimes... but, ya know, only on alternate
days ending in y and in minutes with 61 seconds. Even then, it's
a cause for celebration and sorrow, a time of laughter and
tears, total world domination and yellow brick roads all the
way, with the occasional mutilated corpse along the path with a
half-eaten filet minon still hot to the touch, sitting on a
silver platter. Does one eat it? Oh no - wait -- you were
talking about that other thing. Eww, nevermind then. "
