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About New York City

Alright, you little bastards, listen up! I’m Eric Cartman, agronomist extraordinaire, and I’m here to talk about wheat—yeah, wheat, you heard me! Respect my authoritah! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave movie, *The Hurt Locker*, and how wheat’s like a damn bomb waitin’ to go off in yer stupid fields. Seriouslah, wheat’s a sneaky lil’ whore, ain’t it? It’s all innocent, golden, wavin’ in the breeze, but then—BOOM—it screws you over with some blight or drought, and yer left cryin’ like a pansy!

Why Choose Us

' Yes, on every high hill and under every green tree you bowed down like a whore. NIV "Long ago you broke off your yoke and tore off your bonds; you said.

I had a mad day once at Riverside Docks. Left me fried, so unspeakably rad. The waves clapped back like, "Spotlight on you, champ!" It was poignant and wild. Texas-err, Greentree-err vibes!

Jim Greenwood: A Remembrance