Okay, the title of this entry is actually an inside joke with a few of my friends, but that doesn’t change the fact that Mark Twain didn’t like snake oil salesmen. I thought I’d pass this along, as I found it a surprisingly venomous response worth giggling at and possibly employing in all of our lives.

Essentially, Mr. Twain had¬†been sent some material from a patent medicine salesman. If you’re not familiar with the term, those are the weird carny types who sold medicinal tinctures in the style of the carnival barker. This is his response.

Jim