Ep. 39: Two Fraudulent Olive Oils in an Extra Virgin Throat Coat

Once upon a Tuesday dreary, while I floundered, weak and weary,

Over many a taint 3 oz or 5 oz poor —

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently crapping, crapping outside my chamber door.

“’Tis dat Poe,” I muttered, “fapping at my chamber door—

Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the hot June weather;

And each complimentary oyster cracker wrought its crumb upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow

From my bowl surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the superior Gold Star—

For the onion and bean-topped noodles whom the Buckeyes named Gold Star—

Nameless here for evermore.

Skyline, you're ain't all that.

Additional discussion topics may include:

- An emotional pilgrimage to the jungle. Kinda.

- How to replace your window AC unit with high end surround sound

- Multiplication table learning tips! No, really!

- Ball pits, squid ink, chili shockers...which of these things did we taste?

- A lit bit of that hard p