Mouldy Oldy

The bushy eyebrows of decades of wisdom.

I remember, when I was a dough, we didn’t have any of this “spreadable butter” nonsense; it was all natural, and we didn’t complain when it went all solid in the winter, oh no, slices these days don’t know how easy they have it. Harumpf!

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