What? You thinking about getting out of the antique pig manure business and into stealing fresh Macky-Dee grease or something?
Now, don't be making fun of the William Rivers Pitt; that's good clean sanitary antique dirt out there, and this morning under the Sandhills sun, the flora is thriving.
Actually, I have some sort of "allergy" to grease; I can't handle it, its mere odor making me want to upchuck.
I'm not sure why this is, but when I was manager of a student union at the University of Nebraska some years ago, whenever Big Clyde came to clean out the grease-trap for the building (which had several fast-food businesses), I would be sick for about the next week or so.