I ate the label again!

Like the Cheech and Chong version where the dog ate the pot and he followed the dog around till he got it back....
 
I remember eating a can of fried potato strips after church one Sunday while my folks were in getting some groceries. It didn't bother me that they were on the back dash of our 67 Pontiac. Ended up being my dad and uncle Jeffs dried up worms from the weekend before. Damn fishermen, never feed their kids.
 
Better than finding half a worm, halfway through your apple, which I have done
 
Back
Top