Ep. 39: Two Fraudulent Olive Oils in an Extra Virgin Throat Coat

Once upon a Tuesday dreary, while I floundered, weak and weary, Over many a taint 3 oz or 5 oz poor — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently crapping, crapping outside my chamber door. “’Tis dat Poe,” I muttered, “fapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.” Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the hot June weather; And each complimentary oyster cracker wrought its crumb upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my bowl surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the superior Gold Star— For the onion and bean-topped noodles whom the Buckeyes named Gold Star— Nameless here for evermore. Skyline, you're ain't all that. Additional discussion topics may include: - An emotional pilgrimage to the jungle. Kinda. - How to replace your window AC unit with high end surround sound - Multiplication table learning tips! No, really! - Ball pits, squid ink, chili shockers...which of these things did we taste? - A lit bit of that hard p