The race to be the “best thing” in the eyes of the American populace has one perennial silver medalist. Sliced Bread. Surely, sheared starch satiates some. However, it’s employ as a metric of greatness is baffling. Sliced bread is the “most okayest thing” since itself. Consider jet skis instead, perhaps.
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