I see you there, reading this text, and I solute you. (If anyone near by has just soluted you, I actually had nothing to do with it, spooky though.)
By the way, have you ever wondered where the solute came from?
I'll tell you, there was this french guy, during the 1400′s, his name was Pierre Desmarais, he was a real artsy kind of guy, liked to paint. He painted mostly large prostitutes, as "prostitute" seems to be the only line of work for the entrepreneurial french woman of that day.
In any case, one day as Pierre was putting the finishing touches on his latest obese harlot masterpiece, He is visited by his friend, Guy, who was a mu