Shit!
The farm manager called her Uncle Murray today to say thanks for the stuff we got out of his apartment.
She made a point of mentioning how much I was enjoying the rum from Martinique.
So Murray says, I was never in Martinique, but I did pull a random bottle out of the recycling bin to dump my left over paint thinner...
Holy shit!
I drank that stufff. Thank God for the OJ...
But it reminded me of a story I heard from one of the lads at the shipyard.
Buddy, ya got to get down here right away. There's a load of canned hamburger meat on a rail car sitting on the siding.
So Buddy gets down there. It's a shipment of fuckin' Alpo.
Hey dude, this is fucking dog food.
Buddy says, hush, keep it down. If the kids hear that they won't eat it!
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