Um excuse me, I know what they are!
One of my earliest memories was going across the street with my grandpa, to Ogle's market, which was owned by my grandpa's drinking buddy. We'd take my cap guns, wear bandanas over our faces, and rob him for a bag of penny candy...
Especially when driving. Then you'll come cross one per mile.
Lesbian Canadians are exemptUm excuse me, I know what they are!
A gay friend of mine would beg to differ. He said it's been dry out there. But, that could just be this town...
I even know what it smells like.
I used to love hitting the entire roll with a hammer or brick to set off a bunch at once. The smell was unforgettable.I even know what it smells like.