8 thoughts on “Hmm, hmm good… good to the last drop.”
Reminds me of the old joke about the kid who brought his teacher peas every day until he finally stopped. When she asked why no peas today, he told her the rabbit died. Or in this case, the deer.
Funny “shit” right thar.
True story (but 3rd hand, so take it for what it’s worth).
Friend of a friend working at a gas station/rest stop in Montana, 1970’s. City people stop to fill up and chat, and they take a walk in the nearby woods to stretch their legs.
Woman comes back to the station, holds out her hand, and asks the clerk “What are these small, bitter tasting berries?”
Personally, and I’ve never tried this, I imagine that’s what coffee tastes like!
I mean, how many times have I heard, “YUCK! This coffee tastes like sh**!!”
That thar’s my proof.
Wow, and they’re already roasted.
Back in the late 70’s in British Columbia, there were roadside stands where you could buy local fruit, veggies and home made knick knacks. There were several places selling necklaces made with various colored beads and my parents would laugh at all the tourists buying them.
Turns out one of their friends was involved with a local Native band that was manufacturing these necklaces. They would venture into woods, gather the poop and shellac them before painting and drilling a hole through them to enable a string to pass through for completing the necklace.
In those days, me being quite small, I rarely heard my dad swear….. however he looked at me and told me, “anyone who thinks the indians are stupid should think twice after buying necklaces from them made from shit.”
So whenever I venture into the woods and see poop, all I think is, “look at the Indian Necklace Kit!”
Reminds me of the old joke about the kid who brought his teacher peas every day until he finally stopped. When she asked why no peas today, he told her the rabbit died. Or in this case, the deer.
Funny “shit” right thar.
True story (but 3rd hand, so take it for what it’s worth).
Friend of a friend working at a gas station/rest stop in Montana, 1970’s. City people stop to fill up and chat, and they take a walk in the nearby woods to stretch their legs.
Woman comes back to the station, holds out her hand, and asks the clerk “What are these small, bitter tasting berries?”
Will be laughing all day at that one.
This … Kopi Luwak
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kopi_luwak
Personally, and I’ve never tried this, I imagine that’s what coffee tastes like!
I mean, how many times have I heard, “YUCK! This coffee tastes like sh**!!”
That thar’s my proof.
Wow, and they’re already roasted.
Back in the late 70’s in British Columbia, there were roadside stands where you could buy local fruit, veggies and home made knick knacks. There were several places selling necklaces made with various colored beads and my parents would laugh at all the tourists buying them.
Turns out one of their friends was involved with a local Native band that was manufacturing these necklaces. They would venture into woods, gather the poop and shellac them before painting and drilling a hole through them to enable a string to pass through for completing the necklace.
In those days, me being quite small, I rarely heard my dad swear….. however he looked at me and told me, “anyone who thinks the indians are stupid should think twice after buying necklaces from them made from shit.”
So whenever I venture into the woods and see poop, all I think is, “look at the Indian Necklace Kit!”