Oh now I see….its the stuff granny used to get rust off the washtubs with. Me thinks she was nipping a little after church before the chicken massacre out back. That stuff is either straight from “da deble” or tears from God. Depending on your outlook and tolerance. For me…a little dab’ll do ya.
All you young folks need to listen to Coach V’s speech. It’s playing now and I could cry so much wanting our world to be like it was then. Who cares about scores…..hug someone.
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