Teh Squeaky Wheel
Friday morning salutations, Wheelizens!
T’anks for the sausage and pancakes (which I called “pantscakes*” as a wee one), Mac.
But how did it compare to Fizzies?
My childhood recollection is that King Stir was inferior to Fizzies but both were pretty vile. Don’t think we ever tried Funny Face drinks and rarely had Kool Aid (which was a nickel back then; the customer furnished their own sugar). But I fondly remember mixing-up Wyler’s lemonade for picnics / cookouts at teh park in an old turquoise one gallon insulated thingy with a red plastic spigot.
Jeebus…I’m old. Hey, you kids -- get off my lawn!!!
You wouldn’t want it warm, would you?
Hee! Then it wouldn’t be Coolpis. (Nice find, Mac.)
[* Probably due to the pernicious influence of vaudeville comics / seltzer bottles on my upbringing.]
Good morning and happy Friday. Thankfully, this work week is almost over.
I see that Eric Holder is resigning. Not happy about that--he ought to be in jail.
Nice to see old friends stopping by.
Happy Friday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning Fatwa and Sven!
Growing up we always had a big pitcher of sweet tea in the ‘fridge (but mom used artificial sweetener) and a pitcher of kool-aid (again, the artificially sweetened kind). I remember having Funny Face a few times when mom was trying to save money. Once in a while we’d get Fizzies, but once you were done watching the tablet fizz, actually drinking the stuff was not worth the hype.
I hope Chelsea’s surgery goes well today.
Only 3 comments on a Friday. Pitiful. We’ll never ever ever get another captioning contest with that type of output. Which means I’ll have to start working on Scene 2 of A new name in Terror.
Don’t make me do it….