You know, now I'm wondering about something about the lying titty primitive, given the circumstances under which the lying titty primitive allegedly (please notice the all-important word "allegedly") met Mark Spitz.
Do you suppose the lying titty primitive is one of these people who travel from fair to fair, convention to convention, and demonstrate and give out free samples of something they're trying to sell?
Like those battery-operated hand-held egg-beaters and stuff?
The job surely matches the lying titty primitive's itinerant life-style.