I can’t deny it: it is somehow agreeable, on a cool summer evening just after sundown, to catch a hint of distant cowshit on the breeze.
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I can’t deny it: it is somehow agreeable, on a cool summer evening just after sundown, to catch a hint of distant cowshit on the breeze.
Next thing you know, you’ll be in some far flung corner of the country trying to a pizza with “cheese” on it and you’ll wonder what that substance on the pizza is.
That’s just the last whiff of the departing Orioles that you’re smelling.