buldog5151bass
Kibble, milkbones, and P Basses. And redheads.
This thread reminds me of a poem written by Martin Niemoller.
First they came for the bleu cheese dressing, but I did not speak up, because I had never enjoyed a good slice of Roquefort
Then they came for the balsamic vinaigrette dressing, but I did not speak up, because I am allergic to Trebbiano grapes
Then they came for the Italian dressing, but I did not speak up, because I thought it was too tangy
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Sir, put down the bottle of Tabasco, and step away. No one has to get hurt.