What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?
-- Ayn Rand, Anthem (Chapter 11)
Weren't there some volunteers for bean bags a while back. Maybe that was pepper spray.
I think I'd volunteer for pepper spray before bean bags. Now that I think about it. I think I did volunteer for pepper spray.
"There are no finger prints under water."
I'm not fat, I'm tactically padded.
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