Only until you go blind
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No, you’re right– the only conditions you should eat this food would be the end times. And at that point, if you haven’t been raptured, what’s one more little sin like Stroganoff gonna do?
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Mountain House? I think the Beef Stroganoff is much better than the Spaghetti with meat sauce. Different strokes for different folks, I guess.
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FTFY.
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I think Bakker’s stuff would make Mountain House or MREs seem like ambrosia. Hopefully there’s a bonus bucket of Tabasco sauce.
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It’s not really “irony” so much as it is a fact of life. There were people like that then, and there are people like that, now. I look at it as a quick way to tell who is a hypocrite (like Bakker, Pat Robertson, etc. etc.)
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Whoops, that’s what I meant: Mountain house. I’ll take your word for it: I never fuck around with any kind of freeze dried or canned spaghetti… It’s like gas-station coffee: it just insults the food item it is meant to replicate…
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At least you can use the empty buckets to crap in, in case the chemical toilet goes on the fritz.
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I defy you to tell the difference between the food buckets and the waste buckets.
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I see what you did there 
For some reason, that won’t onebox, but it’s a YouTube link to “The Unicorn Song” by The Irish Rovers.
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What the fuck are Christmas Variety Buckets, and why do they need bonus shovels?
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Sanders won the Democratic primary in Oklahoma.
Seriously.
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But… but… the Adults In The Room insist that Sanders is unelectable because he’s an actual literal Communist 
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I’m guessing they’re made of fruitcake.
The extra shovels are actually pickaxes for breaking the stuff apart.
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Written by Shel Silverstein.
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Obligatory
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Cool, I did not know that!
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Oh, thank you for that, you just deciphered a bit of Zelazny that I’ve been puzzling over for decades.
A lightning-run of green crossed the moonless heavens,and the rider of the pale green horse, whose hooves make no sound, drew up beside them.
“You are on time.”
“Always,” he laughed, and it was the sound of a scythe mowing wheat.
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