It was only the grace of God that as a young and dumb fifth grader, me and a friend had the contest to see who could hold more "Giant Pixie Sticks" content in our mouth and then actually swallow. I can not think of a more stupid way to invite a choaking/suffocation/esophogas trama then filling your mouth cavity with Pixie sticks sugary dust.
Thank you Jesus for your wonderful mercies in the season of my foolishness.
I choked on those often by just eating them as I was supposed to! I can still feel the dust in my lungs thinking about it!
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I've gone and done it now! I'm on Facebook!!!
It was only the grace of God that as a young and dumb fifth grader, me and a friend had the contest to see who could hold more "Giant Pixie Sticks" content in our mouth and then actually swallow. I can not think of a more stupid way to invite a choaking/suffocation/esophogas trama then filling your mouth cavity with Pixie sticks sugary dust.
Thank you Jesus for your wonderful mercies in the season of my foolishness.
Well, that's a little better than the FFA guys in my High School JOURNALISM class seeing who could burp and pass gas the loudest! Hicks!!! I refused to date any of them, well, I made an exception for Randy. He never passed gas!
I remember getting together with my friends, and walking up and down the street looking for "return for deposit" cola bottles. We would gather them up, take them to our local supermarket, and trade them for cash to buy candy and more cokes. And it made it even better because it was "free"....
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I hate to see you frown. So wear a bag over your head until you cheer up!
We had those candy necklaces that would make the back of your neck sticky...
I remember collecting the entire 1977 Denver Bronco Superbowl team on Orange Crush cans in my room. After I got married, they were in our basement and my little brother in law (9-10 at the time) shot most of them up with my bb gun...the little @#!(@*#@! Lyle Alzado had a hole in the middle of his forehead...
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Could you interpret this or did you want us to guess?
Every time my mom and dad would go look at cars they would look at wagons. I guess they were the mini-vans of the seventies. We kids would pray and beg them not to get one. Those things were uglier than Janet Reno and Hilary combined!
I remember getting together with my friends, and walking up and down the street looking for "return for deposit" cola bottles. We would gather them up, take them to our local supermarket, and trade them for cash to buy candy and more cokes. And it made it even better because it was "free"....
Tamor,
I forgot about that too! Of course we had to hunt for them. My parents wouldn't allow us to keep candy or cokes or ice cream in the house.
When I babysat in High School there was one family that had a large jar of candy on the counter. I wondered why the kids didn't eat it all! It occurred to me that they were used to having it around. lol!
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