Interesting....Reminds me of the time when I was still at the paper mill. Mrs Hoot asked me what kind of sandwiches i wanted for my lunch. I said PB&J will do. Along about lunch time I said to myself "One of them sammiches would be mighty good." Got one out and took a bite, and I almost had to spit it out. It was the worst PB&J sammich I ever had! Turns out we were out of peanut butter, so she made potted meat sandwiches instead, but didn't tell me. It can be a mighty strange experience expecting one thing and getting something completely different.
I used to be a racist, but I don't have much interest in it since Dale Earnhardt got killed.
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