October 13th, 2011

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ghod

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Posted by Rick Moran Is
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Who knows?

Who knows? An age old refrain, expressing mild awe (with a tinge of defeat) in the face of the overwhelming prospect of seeking truth amongst a vast number of plausible possibilities. Thankfully though, due to advances in stem-cell biology, we can now do away with this rhetorical question and say conclusively, once and for all, who knows: Brad does.

Posted by Rick Moran Is