That would totally get me.
Sounds like it’s time for the housesitter had a heart attack prank
you have no idea how happy this makes me.
I always wanted this…
Johnson Smith Fun Catalog 1979
A number of years ago I “rediscovered” a toiletries kit under my sink. One of those leather things your grandma or an aunt gives you when you graduate that has a comb, brush, nail file and shoe horn. (Because you’re going to dress in a suit and need to be impeccably dressed when you go to the office I guess.)
Anyway. So in the toiletry kit is a little sample size can of shaving cream. “Shit,” I thinks, “I’m pretty sure I got this in a box of samples at the CMU book store in 1995.” I shake it. Try it. It works.
Notice a little thing stuck to the concave bottom of the can. Pick at it.
A little rubber plug!
A little rubber plug that was plugging a hole in the bottom of the can!
The hole used to FILL the can.
It immediately starts spewing a fine stream of shaving foam. And spewing. And spewing . . .
Fortunately, it only filled the sink. But man, if the can was full-size and full . . .
“Eeek! I’m allergic to peanuts!”
I wouldn’t know I only use a badger hair brush and shaving soap.
Shaving cream from a can is soooooo ordinary.
That could make for a comical 4th Indy Movie.
And Harrison can crash fly the plane.
Honest, never really noticed the little plug before then. I usually lather up with ordinary soap in the shower, after getting my face good and wet. (With the water off while actually shaving!)
Friend of mine had a rubber mouse rigged in his candy dispenser. When you reached to collect the candy, the mouse sprang out.
Get a shaving stick. A brush helps but your fingers will do.
(Comes in various “flavors.”)
LESS THAN 50% PEANUTS.
Aww, c’mon. guys. It actually says that on the tin. There has got to be a way to make it 50% snakes, and pack out the rest with peanuts.
Nope; here in Rhode Island, they’re stocked by pretty much all the liquor stores. They’re my go-to beverage snack.
And the Beer Nuts almonds – my gawd. Sooo good.
I’m truly a mayo fiend, but even I wouldn’t be able to stomach that.
Synanon-flavored, with 100% less rattles.
I’m tired of these mother fucking snakes in these mother fucking cans!
Either that, or he had the munchies, and the weird flavors of chocolate, caramel, peanuts and mayo might’ve been a delightful treat for this taste buds.
Not a real hipster until you contract anthrax.