It worries me how some folk can't tell the difference between malarkey and molasses.
Even as a youngster I learned to avoid stepping in fresh piles of malarkey, but people today seem to enjoy rolling all over in it.
Don't they know that malarkey by any other name still smells like bullshit?
My old grandfather would say, "A man who wallows in enough malarkey never realizes he should take a bath."
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