OK that’s just fucked. My apartment building allows only charcoal barbeques on the balcony citing the potential of propane tank explosions.

I’ve got a better one. I sit down at a casino bar, there is a couple eating at the wood, but otherwise, just me. The bartender is down at service, chatting with a waitress. Probably three minutes pass and he gets around to glancing around at the wood. We make eye contact and I smile and nod. He goes back to…

A better take would have examined how game shows geared towards uneducated white people taught same how to vote.