Once, on a Sunday, January 22, 2006, I thought...
just go with it
To heck if the template's got bugs in 'em still.
In an infinite universe anything is possible, even me. But what the heck, I don't mind feeding the brainwaves with junk. Just keep examining every low bid quoted for zinc etchings.
I'm nice. Or so i'd like to believe. I'm smart. Or so my friends would like to believe. I'm dead. Or so my God would like to believe.