Oh come on, is it really that big of a deal?

Used to be all about chasing high grades myself, but finding a beat up copy of X-Men #137 for cheap changed my whole view. Reading it dog-eared and stained just made the story feel more real, somehow.

You ever get that stuff in your hair? I was helping my buddy swap out a clutch on his old Ford pickup, and somehow I ended up with diesel grease all down my arm and in my eyebrows. Took three washes with dish soap and a scrub brush to get it out, and my skin still smelled like a garage for a week.

Arby's has always been trash. That place is nasty.

Is it really that deep though? Like are we gonna stand there and inspect every spoon now? I just throw em all in however and they come out clean enough for me.