Just what is "class?" It's a crazy preacher on an Arctic ice floe. It's a Girl Scout Cookie box filled with shaving cream. It's a toaster set on "stun." It's not shouting "fire" in an overcrowded refugee camp even though a cougar is eating your leg. More than that, more than any of these, it is us. It is me, you, and that transvestite with his dick up the truck muffler. Class is us.
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