The Good Old Ancient Days

Do you realize that someone easily could’ve found the fountain of youth but simply havent told anyone yet?

Think about it, if you found the most valuable thing on the planet with a finite amount attached to it, would you tell the world? I wouldn’t. I’d hoard that shit all to myself.

I think we could be able to spot the perpetrator by what he or she talks about. If we’ve got an old guy who has a padlock on his basement, never socializes, and rants about the good ol’ days of wooden teeth, telegraphs, and flintlock muskets, we have a winner.

Or someone who kidnapped someone and is keeping them in their basement.

Or both.

 

 

 

 

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