I can tell the difference between real bear poo and mere Winnie-The-Pooh

I can tell the difference between fox poo and faux poo, fox paws and faux pas.

I can tell the difference from berries picked in Dingle, Ireland and Dingle, Idaho.

Skivee, me Bucko, how many many roses did you have to eat to get it to smell that way, and is that why you're always singing that "Go Down You Blood Red Roses" song. And is it true your group's next album is going to be called "Pyrites Royale-Our Golden Hits"? And on what sort of degradable stuff do you feed back on the Bayou to get your "LaFeet" to do that?

...and SINSULL, I can tell the difference between ORIGINAL sin and mere reproductions without even having to watch "Antiques Roadshow".