Celebrating the Official Mayonnaise, Salad Dressing and Vegetable Oil of the New York Yankees.
Look, when that flyball conked me on the head in centerfield (and then miraculously bounced into the stands for a home run), it changed me forever. The concussion somehow released untapped resources within my brain. Overnight I became a visionary. I understood the cosmos, including geopolitics. Now I share that wisdom freely, just like I used to distribute steroids in the clubhouse.
Keen political insight...I may not be from Toronto (then again, neither is Jose) but I'd consider voting for him, given the chance...though I have to admit to having some misgivings. No, not the steroids! The "waiting for bags" deal. I have no idea what that means, but there's NO way to see something like that out of context and not wonder. Go ahead; try to. See what I mean?
It's existential, man, like "Waiting for Godot". For me, even standing near a luggage carousel is a metaphysical experience. Now excuse me while I visit the 8th dimension. Man, I LOVE these PEDs!
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