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In a direct affront to Bovusites everywhere, there are those who, if polled, would NOT select a large, greasy, holographically enabled, and overwhelmingly pungent subterranean grotto housing an unfathomable body of Bovine Broth regularly bathed in by a flatulent, overweight and largely incontinent chef as the single most pivotal location on, or under, the face of the planet. Of course this is alarming to Bovusites in the know everywhere. It is agreed upon by those same Bovusites in the know that these people should be approached with a healthy disdain tinged with equal parts pity and outright rage. The next step is to coldly ask them when the last time they supped on the salty divinity of beef-broth infused delicacies was. When they reply, as they inevitably will, that just last night they had a splendid French dip with au jus, or perhaps a nice mongolian beef from the take out place down the street, the Bovusite is to laugh contemptuously, and then follow up with a secondary question concerning Tijuana and whether or not the non-believer in question understands just how utterly important the battling of telekinetically controlled cocks is in the governance of their very lives right down to the smallest most minute detail. This should be followed by a hasty departure.

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posted by the cold cowboy @ 5:25 PM