I went to a restaurant today, not that famous but bound to become more famous over time.
Their slogan is "Our New Yorker Will Put Hair On Your Chest," which just happens to be what I want. It's two birds with one stone, a nice sandwich and a lasting benefit.
But I also want it proven true before I waste my money. So I said to the woman taking the orders, "Have you ever had a New Yorker?" She said she'd had many.
Having that assurance, I demanded to see the proof, asking her to remove her shirt and bra. She immediately granted my request, showing me the loveliest display of hair, really fur, that I could ever hope to see.
Naturally, I had the New Yorker, and now it's just a matter of time.
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