How well I remember starving behind the GOEBEL SENIOR ADULT CENTER in "OccultLand" Thousand Oaks, California. When the bean can was gifted, my ESP/STP saw the future of eating them raw. A woeful administrator saw my plight and gave me a can of diet root beer and a cup of Ramen noodles. What are you wearing to court, ladies?
Shocked I was not in failing to find a photo on Google or Bing of the .gov gizmo I probably manufacture that has grown in size from being mounted on the nose of an SS helicopter to the size of large bombs strapped to the left side. Two of them thar choppers over the Hughes head today? Remember, I know what you're doing.