After school. head to the gas station hang out, light up anther Lucky Strike, put a dime in the pop machine, buy a nickel bag of Planters salted peanuts, rip open the bag, and pour the peanuts in.
Salty fizzy treat. I haven't done that in a long time!
BTDT. Except, PEPSI? Really, PEPSI?? Peanuts belong in Coke, no other.
Wish I could go back in time, find the chubby 14 year old punk that thought lighting up was the way to be cool, would kick his azz up between his shoulders.
For a while I sked those spaceage True cigarettes'. Low tar, and nicotine sure. Packed so loose they burned like a firecracker fuse, and I pinched the air holes so I could get some real smoke!
We used to stop at the corner hangout store for old rednecks growing up, watched an old guy who owned a construction company always do it. He had a foot amputated from diabetes and eventually succumb to the disease.
It was Coke and peanuts also at the local gas station where my buddy worked - early 60's...
'63, here, the year Oswald convinced the SS to stand down so he could fling 3 shots at Kennedy with one being a magic bullet. Lots of Fire guys can easily do that and make solid hits with 2 of the shots being only 0.2 seconds apart.
Who knew he had a bump stock bolt action.
PS. There was no significant or obvious election fraud either, even though WI had 200,000 more votes than legal voters.
BTDT. Except, PEPSI? Really, PEPSI?? Peanuts belong in Coke, no other.
Wish I could go back in time, find the chubby 14 year old punk that thought lighting up was the way to be cool, would kick his azz up between his shoulders.
Usually keep a bag or two of peanuts in the truck (never know when you're gonna want a snack moseying down the road), but bag of peanuts an coke at the country store, drink one drink out of the coke, pour in the bag of peanuts and head down the road!
NO coke or coke products in my truck or house now, unfortunately few stores have RCs and I don't like Pepsi.
After school. head to the gas station hang out, light up anther Lucky Strike, put a dime in the pop machine, buy a nickel bag of Planters salted peanuts, rip open the bag, and pour the peanuts in.
Salty fizzy treat. I haven't done that in a long time!
Used to do that 60 years ago. Will do it occasionally if I end up with a bag of peanuts and a Pepsi.
After school. head to the gas station hang out, light up anther Lucky Strike, put a dime in the pop machine, buy a nickel bag of Planters salted peanuts, rip open the bag, and pour the peanuts in.
Salty fizzy treat. I haven't done that in a long time!
Was just as good with Double Cola as Coke, too. Wife still does the peanuts in soda pop thing every so often but she always has to have Dr. Pepper.
I think it was in the early 80's when Dr Pepper came out with a diet version. Someone gave me a bottle to try. That stuff was awful. I drank it in the morning and still had the rank taste in my mouth in the late afternoon. I don't know what kind of fake sweetener they used. It didn't stay on the market long. Nobody tried it more than once. The stuff they sell now eventually replaced it.
For a while I sked those spaceage True cigarettes'. Low tar, and nicotine sure. Packed so loose they burned like a firecracker fuse, and I pinched the air holes so I could get some real smoke!
BTDT. Except, PEPSI? Really, PEPSI?? Peanuts belong in Coke, no other.
Wish I could go back in time, find the chubby 14 year old punk that thought lighting up was the way to be cool, would kick his azz up between his shoulders.
This. Rich fughks. Can you imagine Granny asking, "Peanuts in yer coffee"?
I had nightmares in 5th grade fearing someone would tell dad i did that once with my lawn mowing money.
Sheesh. Woman paid me $5 one time for mowing the yard and using the hand squeeze clippers to trim the walkways. Took me half a day and bloodied my knuckles bumping the concrete walk and i told her it was too much.
Dayom i hated doing her yard and walks in the future for $5.
After school. head to the gas station hang out, light up anther Lucky Strike, put a dime in the pop machine, buy a nickel bag of Planters salted peanuts, rip open the bag, and pour the peanuts in.
Salty fizzy treat. I haven't done that in a long time!
I have never heard of this. Sounds tasty enough to give a try next time I have some plain salted peanuts around.
I used to see a few of the old guys putting peanuts in their Cokes. I think I tried it a few times myself, probably circa 1960, but never cared for it.
We never had much money when I was growing up either. Lived on the reservation west of Tucson. Three or four of us would go out on the highway and pick up bottles people had thrown out. I think the deposit was three cents, a Coke was ten cents and a candy bar was five cents except Mars bars. They were ten cents same as a coke. If you found five bottles you could get a Coke and a candy bar. If you found seven bottles you could get a Coke, a Mars bar and a penny back. The old guy that owned the trading post sure hated giving us that penny back. We would sit on the wooden kegs of horseshoes and drink our cokes. Always got an RC cola if we were going to put peanuts in it. Those last few peanuts were hard to get out of the bottle.
Once a year on Christmas Day, after shoveling out the hog pens and receiving my morning beating, Maw and Paw would give me a treat - clabbered buttermilk and a piece of dry cornbread with a hair baked in it.
Once a year on Christmas Day, after shoveling out the hog pens and receiving my morning beating, Maw and Paw would give me a treat - clabbered buttermilk and a piece of dry cornbread with a hair baked in it.
Once a year on Christmas Day, after shoveling out the hog pens and receiving my morning beating, Maw and Paw would give me a treat - clabbered buttermilk and a piece of dry cornbread with a hair baked in it.
Damn, you got hair?
Well, it was Christmas and we were better off than a lot of people. I don't like to brag, but on my birthday Maw would let me have an extra plate of boiled possum kidneys, and Paw would beat me with a leather strap instead of the usual fireplace poker. It was a very fortunate childhood.
I never did that, but a few of my girlfriends did. That was good times back then, played football, dated cheerleaders and twirlers. I loved high school, would have stayed a couple more years if they would have let me. My home life sucked, but school was cool.
Once a year on Christmas Day, after shoveling out the hog pens and receiving my morning beating, Maw and Paw would give me a treat - clabbered buttermilk and a piece of dry cornbread with a hair baked in it.
Damn, you got hair?
Well, it was Christmas and we were better off than a lot of people. I don't like to brag, but on my birthday Maw would let me have an extra plate of boiled possum kidneys, and Paw would beat me with a leather strap instead of the usual fireplace poker. It was a very fortunate childhood.