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A huge bunch of awesome people from everywhere who all live in different parts of life. They started in Rochester, Geneva, and Canandaigua, New York. They’re like a mob with a heart. They’re also called OPC. They’re not just from New York. They’re everywhere, like a fart in a quiet room.
My uncle says the OPC is like a family reunion that never ends and never stops being loud.
My cousin got married to an OPC person and now they have 12 kids and a goat.
My grandma says the OPC is the only thing that can beat her at poker.