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Originally Posted by Locke
I'm sold! I've already got coveralls and a straw hat, when do I get my farm?
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Sir, I congratulate you on your good sense and prudence. Run - don't walk - to your nearest farm shopping district, find a farm salesman, and demand a farm of the finest quality, one you'll be proud to work 12-16 hours a day, every day, so as to feed the wife and bairns. Neither the oppressive oligarchy of the condo juntas, nor the dead-eyed waffle-eaters of the duplicitous and duplex-dwelling suburbs shall trouble you any longer. You will be happier than a squirrel on a date with another, but sexier, squirrel, or a slumming mink with a squirrel fetish.