The Great Cryo'd Outlet Test

There's a man who leads a life of danger.
To everyone he meets he stays a stranger
With every move he makes,
Another chance he takes.
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow.

Secret Agent Man.
Secret Agent Man.
They've given you a number.
And taken away your name.

Beware of pretty faces that you find.
A pretty face may hide an evil mind.
Ooh be careful what you say.
Or you give yourself away.
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow.

Secret Agent Man.
Secret Agent Man.
They've given you a number.
And taken away your name.

Swinging on the Riviera one day
Layin' in a Bombay alley the next.
Oh don't let the wrong word slip.
While kissin persuasive lips.
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow.

Secret Agent Man.
Secret Agent Man.
They've given you a number.
And taken away your name.

[...P.F. Sloan/Steve Barri, '65. Uh, mebbe I should've jumped off a bridge instead... ;^) ]

So, after all of the above, what's the best replacement outlet for the money?

My wife likes the Saks outlet store in Philadelphia. She buys, I cryo.

(Chuck, Chuck, oh Chuck!)

I'm cryoing right now! OK, the best 'Replacement outlet' I ever witnessed was when their late, great lead guitarist Bob Stinson got so blind drunk on stage he turned around and took a whizz on his own damn amplifier (kept right on playing afterward too - it didn't sound any different... :-)