that looks like a whimsical vibrator that doubles as an instrument of turture nestled in a bed of dog shit.
"well, my grandpa was personal assistant to sir harvey wallbanger, who, for those of you don't know, was the first pirate to land on our precious harbor..."
"of course, you're referring to boston harbor.."
"exactly. and a small footnote to history is that his participation in this apocryphal event known as the 'boston tea party'.."
"for the folks out there, explain what you mean by 'apocryphal event'.."
"well, as we all know, tons of tea weren't dumped into the harbor as history may suggest.."
"that this was a gesture that may or may not have taken place in response to tariffs exacted upon the new englanders.."
"exactly."
"tell me a bit about mr. wallbanger."
"well, harvey was an interesting man. he owned and operated a brothel. *cough* as it turned out, this brothel happened to be located in a lighthouse. of course *a cacaphany of voices heard in the periphery* the logistical problem of most of the lighthouse's square footage being devoted to the spiral staircase unwittingly gave rise to a maverick concept, sealing harvey's place in history among the revolutionaries of his era. of course, those who are knowledgeable in their history are familiar with the contemporary term for this... erm.... well, let's just put it out there: 'female orgasm.' apparently, those stairs were...
"...let's go to commercial, and when we came back, what will harvey wallbanger command at auction today?"
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that looks like a whimsical vibrator that doubles as an instrument of turture nestled in a bed of dog shit.
"well, my grandpa was personal assistant to sir harvey wallbanger, who, for those of you don't know, was the first pirate to land on our precious harbor..."
"of course, you're referring to boston harbor.."
"exactly. and a small footnote to history is that his participation in this apocryphal event known as the 'boston tea party'.."
"for the folks out there, explain what you mean by 'apocryphal event'.."
"well, as we all know, tons of tea weren't dumped into the harbor as history may suggest.."
"that this was a gesture that may or may not have taken place in response to tariffs exacted upon the new englanders.."
"exactly."
"tell me a bit about mr. wallbanger."
"well, harvey was an interesting man. he owned and operated a brothel. *cough* as it turned out, this brothel happened to be located in a lighthouse. of course *a cacaphany of voices heard in the periphery* the logistical problem of most of the lighthouse's square footage being devoted to the spiral staircase unwittingly gave rise to a maverick concept, sealing harvey's place in history among the revolutionaries of his era. of course, those who are knowledgeable in their history are familiar with the contemporary term for this... erm.... well, let's just put it out there: 'female orgasm.' apparently, those stairs were...
"...let's go to commercial, and when we came back, what will harvey wallbanger command at auction today?"