The other day I went to the little grocery near my apartment to pick up some milk. The guys behind the counter were having the following conversation.
Clerk 1: So they come in here, these guys, and they look at the shelf, and we got Trojans, Trojans, other kinds of Trojans, Lifestyles, and Beyond Sevens. And which ones do they always choose?
Clerk 2: Beyond Seven?
Clerk 1: Beyond Seven. Every fucking time. Who the hell do they think they're kidding?
Amen to that, brother.
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