As I said to a friend from back in the day when he reported this a week or so ago, I have an unquenchable taste all of a sudden for a PMP and a can of Tahitian Treat.
PMP- Mush & Hawaiian Punch! The only fuel that got me through finals!
This one time (at Cornell camp), I went to Hot Truck in the dead of winter with two guys from my engineering study group. We got our sandwiches & were heading back home via the suspension bridge, when one of them slipped on a patch of ice & landed flat on his chest... where his sandwich had been stored, under his coat to keep it warm. Garlicky cheese & tomato sauce ALL OVER the inside of his coat.
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Date: 2008-12-18 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-18 04:53 pm (UTC)This one time (at Cornell camp), I went to Hot Truck in the dead of winter with two guys from my engineering study group. We got our sandwiches & were heading back home via the suspension bridge, when one of them slipped on a patch of ice & landed flat on his chest... where his sandwich had been stored, under his coat to keep it warm. Garlicky cheese & tomato sauce ALL OVER the inside of his coat.