2005jul19. Mail about fruit stickers being replaced with tribal fruit tattoos.
“Back in my day, Jimmy Jr., we had fruit that didn’t have those tiny edible machines attached to them that remained in constant contact with the NSA and The National Council of Churches. No, we just ate ’em right from the tree.” [Jimmy cries, runs away. Clearly grandpa has gone senile.]
In other news, I want a bagel. Oh, and go to bugmenot if you need to crack that NYT login screen.