...and Saltine Crackers. So, if you're ever locked in my garage (uh....I mean my bomb shelter), remember these are in the corner and there's usually vodka and beer in the frig out there. Weird, huh?
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...and Saltine Crackers. So, if you're ever locked in my garage (uh....I mean my bomb shelter), remember these are in the corner and there's usually vodka and beer in the frig out there. Weird, huh?
2 comments:
What a crack up! I actually had a childhood friend in Oswego, Kansas whose father built an underground bomb shelter in the backyard. A man came to town after the Cuban Missile Crisis selling the concept, and they ended up being the only family in town who went for it. They had all that stuff stocked down there. As you can guess, the man became the object of a lot of kidding, so the family then referred to the bomb shelter as the tornado shelter. But it made a great playhouse!
Oh, I do love me some survival crackers. They kick saltine's ass!! I EXPECT some f thpse and a slab-o-government cheese at the next cocktail hour (hint)!
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