I posted this back in 1941, and even then it was a repost.

Maybe it’s written like this:

> Well, now, murder, okay? Now, murder, well, that just ain’t right. Now, we understand that sometimes, well, sometimes a body gonna make a body angry or upset or whatnot, but killin’ a body? Just because he run over your dog or whatever he done? We don’t allow no murderin’ here in Alabama.

Clear my calendar, hold my calls, and get Infowars on the phone STAT.

The conventional two-pu platter left me feeling—how shall I say it—unfulfilled. That was not the case when I experienced the thrill of an extra pu.