So, i go into a RiteAid today, to buy a bunch of shit, among which was a lighter. Not a pocket lighter, mind you, a big-ass monstrosity of the kind we used to use to light stoves before the advent of pilot lights. I dump my armfull on the counter, the cashier starts checking out, and suddenly demands to know my birthdate. "huh?", i say. "oh,
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