Occasionally It Needs To Be Said

In a totally manly and brotherly oh-I-get-you-you-used-pneumatically-to-describe-a-girl way, Mr. Fu loves Lileks.  Heck, even Criley love Lileks.  And he writes so well (go see the picture):

everyone loves Reddy, even though his touch means certain death. Makes you wonder why he’s bothering with a rifle. Just head off to Berlin, flow through a circuit, come out an outlet and hey presto, Hitler’s smoking and screaming and his skeleton is blinking on and off and his toenails shoot out of his boots and embed themselves in the wainscoting.

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