Thirteen times seven equals twenty-eight. Who can argue about it? It's right there in black and white.
Thirteen times seven equals twenty-eight. Who can argue about it? It's right there in black and white.
You think Lou Costello had any inkling that the camera lens he was performing in front of would capture an image that would one day be transmitted across thousands of miles of copper wire and viewed on our computer screens long after he had departed on his own Flying Castle (the one way kind)?
Just a thought.
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