I was checking out Harbor Freight's tarps today when the motorcycle rumble started playing, I couldn’t help but laugh, where are the girls, girls, girls?
It turns out fluffernutters are a real thing. Going by the taste of an 'ants on a log' variant I've had as a kid with marshmallows instead of raisins, i would neither love it nor hate it.
Unrelated: one of these days I should visit new hampshire and maybe rent a mountain bike there, IDK.
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