It was a cold dark night and a large mob had gathered outside the
CR Old Age Home, they were chanting “Mod-80 for president, Mod-80 for president.” An old lady was trying to sleep three floors up, and she thought it was just some Loud And Obnoxious Neighbors. So she painstakingly made her way over to the window, and began chucking down sacks of Cholov Yisroel Powdered Milk…