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| Brings back a memory from way back in the late 60s. The crew I was working on had a mechanic and a cook who were always good-naturedly at each other. One day the mechanic came into the diner, and he spotted his favorite thing - fresh baked biscuits - with a full squeeze bottle of honey on the table. He eagerly say down, split a biscuit, put a pad of butter on it, and squeezed a liberal amount of honey over it - and then bit a large piece out of it. His tongue was like a snake - darting in and out. The cook had filled the honey bottle with STP. | |
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Saving money in these harsh times
