Somewhat disturbed that you're familiar with the taste of Alpo.Spam is virtually indistinguishable from Alpo.
I'm gonna have to trust you on that one.Spam is virtually indistinguishable from Alpo.
The rule at our house was if you complain you have to eat double portions. The dinner table was very quiet on beef liver nights, although my Dad did eventually master that dish so we looked forward to it.Spam was a regular at my house during certain phases of my childhood. If we complained we didn’t eat that meal.
when I first started backpacking it was always a trail ready food to bring.
All in all, I have tasted worst things. Still, I am not begging for any.
Mom was one of 13 sibs during the Depression. She never ate pancakes or French toast or bread pudding, same reason. The older boys would barter labor for a dozen eggs or a gallon of milk from farmers. Grandma baked all the bread herself. I think there were a lot of meatless meals.My Dad would never eat Liver (With ten brothers and sisters it was the cheapest meat they could buy in the thirties and he hated it ever after). He also hated Grits (Sand with butter he called it). I carry on the tradition.
Uh, how many have there been?...One of my brides...
There are releases such as 1.0, 2.0, etc. When living with a girl/boyfriend, that is the Beta Version and not necessarily the final release.Uh, how many have there been?
How many strikes are allowed in baseball?Uh, how many have there been?
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I shudder to complete this analogy all the way to a testing environmentThere are releases such as 1.0, 2.0, etc. When living with a girl/boyfriend, that is the Beta Version and not necessarily the final release.