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Without knowing a lick about Hugh Weathers, I'd bet he's never grown anything as delicious as Emile's pork. But I suppose enjoying the taste of food is only of interest to us organic types.

The Gurgling Cod

You must be some kind of Satanic socialistic sex pervert. Volume is what matters in agriculture.


Butz sex: fencerow to fencerow.

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