French Onion.

The proverbial "they" were saying of the FB algorithm that it had "switches", like "dip switches" that could be pulled on or off, and I'm think, "I'm the chip, and you're the dip."

Put me in it any old time.

Nevertheless, advanced recognition software, and a vast database that eclipses probably any known dictionary, from the sophisticated to the vulgar, recognizing puns and various connections that go far beyond so-called "meta tags" defined by the poster.

But one blogger's speculation, and assuredly the vast dictionary array has been growing and evolving all through Facebook's active life. "Through the vastness of time uncounted; across space and time, and possibly, 

-reality itself."

As it were, cutting an amazing arc across the heavens, serpentine, schizoid, as it were, reminding of other times, flush cutting furniture hardware, taking a Joe all over the Andrew Jackson statue, and then McPherson saying the world had so much of it, there wasn't even a need to wipe one's Don after.

Ah, the purely imaginary contest between good and evil.

And, "for once in my life" I seem to know something they don't know.  A projected outcome 180 degrees from any semblance of reality, decency, moderation......

I danced hard for the singles in my g-string, but it wasn't as difficult as Erin milking the wrong gender of cow, then standing ungratefully under the spray.  Maybe my own row was less dangerous, in the offing.

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