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My first job was in sixth grade, sweeping the clay tennis courts at the yacht club near my house, which I was not a member of. Always had to pay my own rent. But I don't really have any concept of how money works. I don't know how much things cost. Like a BMW. Or a quart of milk. It's embarrassing.
I used to have to save my allowances to buy a quart of rubber to make a mask, and it's how I spent all my free time.
A pint can't hold a quart - if it holds a pint it is doing all that can be expected of it.
A man can take a little bourbon without getting drunk, but if you hold his mouth open and pour in a quart, he's going to get sick on it.
It seems everyone knows the value of a cantaloupe or a quart of milk.
I knew what I was getting into: 72-ounce steaks, shakes by the quart, atomic wings. When I landed 'Man v. Food' in 2008, I accepted the fact that my weight would fluctuate. But instead of stressing about the scale, I made my long-term health a primary concern.
The cost of living has gone up another dollar a quart.
