It’s not the meat, it’s the motion.
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♬ Standin’ on your mama’s porch,
You told me that you’d wait forever.
Oh, and when you held my hand,
My constipation worries are over!
Those were the best days of my life.
Oh, yeah.
Back in the summer of ’59, oh.
— If Bryan Adams has written about a decade earlier
At first glance, this is just another stereotypical late-1950s magazine ad.
Continue readingThanks to growing up in North Dakota — where nobody got rid of perfectly-good appliances until they stopped working, exploded, caught fire or got skunked by an actual skunk — I am very familiar with Avocado and Harvest (called “Harvest Gold”* in my neck of the woods). On the other hand, I only have fleeting memories of Woodhue, Frost White and Mist Blue after seeing them here, and the latter two mostly just remind me of those long-expired pastel mints that elderly relatives always had somewhere in their house in a decorative glass container. [shudder]
*I have been informed that Harvest Gold is darker than simply Harvest, but still lighter than the infamous Harvest Black.
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