You know what, Miles, since you keep on bringing up something that was universally hated,

there's actually a lot of things that universally hated, but we got to ask ourselves,

do they deserve it?

The men's room top ten.

The men's room top ten!

Ten or more things that should not be so universally hated, but somehow are.

Like good old Gary.

Now, I know some people tolerate him like his parents, but maybe not.

They both went ahead and died just so they probably didn't have to listen to his stupid,

long-winded boon's farm-laced rants about naked mole rats.

Sweet mother, Mary God, I'll tell you, I wouldn't be surprised if he was a serial killer.

He used to talk about how he'd burn ants with a magnifying glass and collect the bones

with dead animals out behind the family homestead.

It's probably where he mummified his old mom and dad.

Hell, his favorite snack is York Peppermatties.

Only a psychopath eats those things.

Gary tried to stop and buy my studio once.

I looked up at it and said, nope.

If I turn up dead, it's probably Gary.

Check the haylofts in his barn.

Creepy son of a bitch.

Thank you, V.D.

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