On a related note, we have “no swimming, alligators hang here” signs in NW Florida. Don’t care, not worried. OTOH, “CROCS you say?!” One of these things is not like the other.
Legend has it that the higher up you go, the deeper it gets. The penthouse doesn’t even have an office in it, just a single solitary toilet perpetually occupied by a mysterious being known only to the higher ups as The One Who Knocks…
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