To: naturalman1975
In Fifth Form, a friend and I smeared it on every doorknob in our boarding house. We were caught and I was given the choice of eating a jar of it spoon by spoon or being caned. I took the caning.
I don't blame you. My father sprang that stuff on me when I was ten. I'm forty-five now, and I can still recall the taste of it. Salty axle grease. Yech. To each his own, but I don't care for it.
105 posted on
10/21/2006 5:00:36 PM PDT by
Riley
(The Fourth Estate is the Fifth Column.)
To: Riley
Salty axle grease. Yech. To each his own, but I don't care for it. Look on the bright side, mate. You can add some sand to it and call it Aussie Caviar.
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130 posted on
10/21/2006 10:50:59 PM PDT by
Erasmus
(I invited Benoit Mandelbrot to the Shoreline Grill, but he never got there.)
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