I feel obligated to copy my fave, because I just can’t stop laughing— “Detective Wilhelm Schmidt’s raspy voice poured through the telephone receiver like a dum

I feel obligated to copy my fave, because I just can’t stop laughing— “Detective Wilhelm Schmidt’s raspy voice poured through the telephone receiver like a dump truck of gravel unburdening its load—much like the trucks that worked around the clock at Rohrer’s Quarry off of 1-81, transporting payloads of lime, sandstone, crushed rock, and gypsum—though with Detective Schmidt’s heavy German accent, excavation on its own would not suffice, and a second, albeit entirely different industry would need to be invoked to really paint a crystal clear picture of his voice.”