Aw, baloney!

Hold it. That didn’t come out quite right. “Aw, baloney!” sounds like some Baptist-approved G-rated somewhat powerless expletive. Not what I meant! Nope. Shoulda been, “Ahhhhhhh, bologna!” There. Much, much better. Just those one and half words make all the difference. They are the Yellow Mustard Road to the Land of Lunchmeat. And we are …

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